With three singing, dancing teenage actresses in the house, last week's School of Rock production made for the time of our lives.
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Looking a lot more like "School of Cosmetics", the extent of skin care, make-up, cleansing and moisturising products collated in little cases scattered in front of mirrors around my place is hard to grasp.
For a cosmetically starved farm girl, it's like a dream come true. Of course, I am cautious to offer any kind of advice or assistance to my three daughters, as I am completely out of date and know nothing.
Five days living in the Town Hall Theatre, with only brief hours at home to sleep and refuel, saw 17-year-old Katianna generally complete her facials in my office mirror. There were a couple of close calls with the eye-liner when things went awry, and no-one was allowed to speak to her for several minutes - then one dark moment when she realised the majority of her diet for that day had consisted of lolly jubes.
Thirteen-year-old Tiani utilised her iPad to gain application tips by following online tutorials. She only once forgot to bring her false eyelashes home, but had a five-day headache from her tight ponytails.
My baby girl did require some running repairs to her costume after she lost a button during a quick costume change in the wings and there was some kind of safety pin blowout during an energetic dance number.
When the curtain went up and the audience clapped, cheered and laughed, it was all the closer to the sad moment when the curtain would come down on seven months of singing, dancing and staging rehearsals.
Yasinta fully utilised the know-how of the student make-up team decked out in the green room back stage at the theatre, and during every trip to reach them she would curse all the other slow drivers on the road, be outraged at the traffic lights for stopping us and provide me with non-stop driving advice about how slow I was going and how much more speed I could achieve.
Exhausted, emotional and elated, we revelled in the experience.
When the curtain went up and the audience clapped, cheered and laughed, it was all the closer to the sad moment when the curtain would come down on seven months of singing, dancing and staging rehearsals.
My heartfelt thanks to the hard working production team who made this memorable bliss possible.