This past winter I hooked my darling girl a poncho, and because she is growing taller and taller with every day I sewed her a new pair of doily-jeans too. She and I both love doily jeans. They’re so pretty.
Those of you who follow my instagram photo stream would have seen that a while back I made some pom-poms. They did take the better part of a day to make… it would seem that perhaps I made them a tad too big. Quite out of proportion for sure. The girl doesn’t mind though. She loves them. She is full of delight as she spins around wearing her poncho watching the pom poms fly and bounce.
Wind, hail, thunder, lightning and torrential rain in these parts just now. No sign of spring to speak of. Not ideal poncho wearing times at all – more raincoats, gumboot umbrella times. Still there will be lots of days to come that will be too warm for a jumper but not quite solo t-shirt wearing days – perfect for poncho wearing. I *think* I have hooked it large enough to get some wear for more than one season… but at the rate this little munchkin grows it really is hard to be sure.
At the last moment a friend phoned me this morning seeking a baby sitter for her daughters as she headed off to the dentist. Half an hour later she dropped her girls off and bolted. She was running late. We had a delightful time all playing together, eating toast, dancing to ridiculously girly songs. It was a good time. Then an hour and a half later my friend came to collect her daughters… and frankly the good times for me ended.
On walking into my home she was started to remark about how my partner and I had not yet completed our renovations and commenting on the shoddy work we’d done. I don’t know what I am suppose to say this? I am left gob smacked. I wish I had told her that unlike her we have no family support, and certainly not two grandmothers who care for our children all day once a day every week. That’s right, we don’t have two entire days of free childcare to get our errands and chores done. I wish I had told her that it wasn’t exactly our fault that the building wasn’t built square and that the old walls aren’t absolutely level. I wish I had told her that we weren’t even finished and it wasn’t shoddy work in the least and even so what we had done was our absolute best effort under the circumstances. I wish I’d told her to keep her remarks to herself.
At this point, my daughter who was very excited to see my friend and who at this point in the day was tired and hungry – her own routine being thrown out the window so that we could do my friend a favour – needed to be asked by myself to calm down. To this my friend piped in with “Have your children started listening to you yet? They’ve never listened to you.” Um. Hello. What the? No my children do not listen to me every single time… nor is the reverse true. They’re people. I’m not sure what the hell you’re talking about sister but what ever it is it’s not useful, or true, or fair to me or my daughter. Shut up will you? (And no I don’t scream at my children in public, or smack them or humiliate them… and I have never put my nose into your business and remarked on how you do!)
Not five minutes later she was walking out the door thanking me for minding her smalls. It really was a pleasure I said, and it was. On leaving she commented on how my Ms. M had a disable persons hair cut. Um yes. That’s what she said… about MY daughter. I am offended on so many fronts. Firstly what is a disabled person’s hair cut? And why did she say that like it’s a bad thing? I haven’t noticed any one particular hair style of the participants in the current Paralympics. And secondly what makes her feel that it her place to make such a remark to myself and my daughter. Yes people… to my three year old daughter who was standing there right beside me. I wish I had said “Fuck off – you’re no friend.”