All the Trimmings
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I am ridiculous sometimes.
Tiani celebrated her 11th birthday with a party for a dozen girlfriends at our place last Friday night, and for some crazy reason, I decided that this occasion would be the deadline to finish the painting of my new window and door trims in the kitchen.
I knew absolutely zero party guests or their parents would notice my freshly painted trim – who ever does notice trim – but it became essential to me that I find a day’s worth of hours to make the patching, sealing and painting possible.
All the while, of course, I was also actually preparing for a birthday party.
So I cooked beef curry puffs and made coconut ice, wrote poetry for the treasure hunt clues, wrapped pass-the-parcel prizes and filled thank you gift bags, but found I could not rest until the lawn was mown, the concrete swept and the second coat of paint dry.
When I realised I was directing children to the bird bath with a treasure hunt clue, I saw the need to empty, clean and refill it, then weed around the base.
Back inside I felt that the holes in the back door entrance way ceiling – where a light fitting had been shifted – needed filling urgently, and then I roamed freely around the house with the gyprock in hand creating 20 more spots that would need sanding, dusting and two coats before the party kicked off.
A clue in the sand pit meant it needed raking, and a whole wheelbarrow full of fallen branches needed to be taken out of the pool yard before it was fit to be seen.
I touched up some cornices.
Back and forth to the supermarket I drove for the little party extras and forgotten bits and pieces.
Then the chooks let me down and I needed to make one more trip for eggs to make the chocolate sponge.
The fresh fruit and cinnamon donuts had to be last-minute buys.
While I had plenty of paint I needed new brushes for the trim, so I made an unscheduled dash to the hardware store.
Thank goodness the painting is done.
The party was a hit and kept me so busy I didn’t have time to notice that the piano needed dusting and the windows were a disgrace!
A Mum’s World by Yolande Grosser appears every Monday in the Wimmera Mail-Times.