The day, trashed

The last few weeks having zapped a considerably amount of my energy, I had been reluctant to allude the kids to a Trash Pack Festy-val that was occurring this weekend at Luna Park.

I knew they’d love to go along, expenses were minimal and it would kill a few hours.

On the other hand, dressing up was required, meaning constructing or locating some sort of dress up was required and …. well, I was all out of energy.

I ummed and ahhed for a bit, and “will kill a few hours on Saturday morning” won out.

I told them about it, they were excited and agreed that it would be a good thing to do.

Given I have the propensity to ROCK so much at costume design; which, really, means I suck at it at the best of times. Although I am quite remarkable at ideas for the creation of costumes, and can compromise with a skill level of about 9, the actual construction leaves a little to be desired.

What things look like in my head are in considerable contrast to how they actually appear. I’ve learnt to be cool with that.

Also, I had a To Do List that was threatening to topple and my head doing loops and laps and needed,

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