What would school holidays be without my big whinge about the state of Hugh's shoes. Some of you may recall last holidays when the runners "died" in three weeks of being purchased and I opted for the "big bloomin' boots". Well I am happy to report that they are doing well. They have stood the tough test of a school term and thanks to Dad's weekly polishing, look half decent. We will ignore the fact that by 9:01am Monday mornings the toe scuffs are there and the toes remain a lovely shade of light grey until Den polishes them once again.
However (there is always a "clause/but" is there not?) the same cannot be said for his runners/joggers/trainers. Let's just remember these runners have NOT been worn to school. The occasional wear on weekends is all they can claim. But LOOK! JUST LOOK! What happened Hugh? @#%#@
So once again we have before and after shots. Here are the newly purchased runners from our shopping trip yesterday. Take a good look old pair....that will be you in a few weeks.A change in the weather means all the summer shoes come out and Imelda Marcos .. oh! I mean Katie Hancock's toes were hanging over the ends. *sigh*. So while on my great shoe hunt yesterday we found this little number! Yikes! I am not sure who was more excited - Katie or me? Have I mentioned how much I love having a daughter and reliving my childhood all over again through her?
But today, whilst I dropping her off to creche, I discovered an interesting fact. Katie scored big yesterday - dance outfit, scooter and new shoes and she spent her pocket money on a new necklace and matching bracelet. We walk into creche this morning and two little girls rush up and take each of her hands - all dressed in short skirts with lacy leg-ins underneath (had they secretly called and planned this???) and the teacher exclaimed "you too Katie!" No, this was not in reference to the similar outfits but the matching jewellery!!! ALL THE SAME.....colourful beads with a big pink heart attached to both necklace and bracelet. Holy guacolme!!! They are three!! What is freaking me out more??? Their innate sense of fashion? Their telepathic communication? Their same favourite stores? Or that this is just a taste ..... just a small window into the terror of teenage years that await me. I am scared.