Wednesday, 12 October 2005

Drugs and the L.E.A.

We had our first visit today from the LEA (Local Education Authority). It is akin to having an inspector come in to determine whether we are providing a suitable home education for our 11 year old son. It is our right to refuse access to such a visit and they have the power, if they did visit, to take us to court to make our son attend a school if they felt we were not providing a good enough education. We allowed the visit just to make the point that school is not the be all and end all.

It went well enough. Son skated close to the wind as I felt he talked a bit too much sometimes, such as about the various bribes he gets. Or when he expressed little interest in this or that but otherwise, it was obvious he was not a child that was locked in the cellar and that he was thriving and learning well.

He was sat at his desk during the course of the meeting and had taken it upon himself to pen a few ditties and share them with us. I could only hold my head up high when he read out this one, even though I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me:
Baa Baa
Drug dealer
have you any weed?
Yes man, yes man
Two bags full.
One bag for the druggie,
One with cocaine,
and that one's for the little boy
who smokes down the lane

In the earlier draft he had mentioned "cooking". He checked with us the spelling of druggie - with an ie and not a y. He spelt cocaine correctly. Oh luvly-jubbly. Looks great. Our son knows the drug lingo and can spell it well.

The LEA woman was very nice and reassuring that she wouldn't mention it to anyone.... like as 'eck! That will be one of the funniest things if it wasn't potentially dangerous. That familiarity suggests our use of the stuff and inappropriate access to our son. I kept my confidence and told her how we talk about all sorts of subjects and she too agreed it is better that he talked about it. She's gone now, quite happy, and I just shake my head in disbelief.

Reminds me of the time when he was about 3 or 4 years old. He's a cute lad is my son and with very different skin colour to my own so the family resemblance is not obvious at first. In a supermarket he decided to play a trick on me at the checkouts and in a very loud voice asked me who I was and stated that I wasn't his mum! He kept it up for enough minutes for people to start taking notice. Grrrr. Today compares very well to that.




Original Comments:

Ally said...
Glad he shows a healthy sense of humour! :)
Wednesday, October 12, 2005 11:41:00 AM
Astryngia said...
If he were at school, he would have been exposed to films and talks about drugs - as well as hobnobbing with children who take or supply drugs (even in the best of schools) so the knowledge base is not as unusual as you might fear. haha But I can guess the palpitations. I'd have been dying a thousand deaths!!!

The poem shows his intelligence, street cred and lust for life :-) and just how far he pushes the boundaries. ;-)
Wednesday, October 12, 2005 2:23:00 PM
MrsDoF said...
Your son sounds like our middle one, who got called into the Dean's office for writing an essay about drugs and dealing--for an assignment in his Spanish class. He had written the whole article in Spanish, and could hardly believe it when the student down the row (he exchanged papers) could translate.
Pushing the boundaries is as easy as breathing for smart sons. Just keep on being smarter parents, and Grin often!
Wednesday, October 12, 2005 2:41:00 PM
Red Mum said...
Yer kids will hang you everytime. Everytime.

I remember once attempting to continue with the free rail travel, when she turned five.

And in fairness most of the ticket people and staff at the railway station never ever asked as they were well used to us from when I was pregnant.

But one time there was someone new and they asked for her ticket and I said she's four, to which the young wan pipped up 'mummy I am five'.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005 3:06:00 PM
Hannah said...
Ah! The little genius! Gotta love the kiddies!
Wednesday, October 12, 2005 8:02:00 PM
Cheryl said...
Sarcastic wit at 4 and then, I'll bet, looked like butter wouldn't melt as he toyed with both you and the LEA lady today.
Far too intelligent.
So sharp he'll cut himself if he's not careful?
Was he challenging colour prejudice with 'Baah Baah drugg dealer', do you think, or playing on the concept of being 'the black sheep of the family'? If you could casually find out, do you think that an essay of his thoughts on either might be a suitably educational, um, consequence?
Poor you. :-)
Wednesday, October 12, 2005 8:27:00 PM
Ghone said...
Kids eh? Tsk!
Wednesday, October 12, 2005 10:38:00 PM
zandperl said...
I didn't realize you homeschooled. Do you have to submit lesson plans beforehand? I think we do that here in the States. What led you to choose homeschooling? Here in most cases I think it's religious fanaticism...

My best friend tutors high school biology and chemistry and one of her students is a homeschooler so she has to do some paperwork for the state since she's providing that aspect herself. I expect it'd be very difficult to do since most of us aren't trained as teachers and we don't have an indepth knowledge of everything. I'd think most parents would struggle with teaching science and math, though I personally would struggle with the history. :-P
Saturday, October 15, 2005 1:36:00 AM
doris said...
Zandperl Home education in the UK is very different and thank goodness.

Basically there are NO set directives, nor requirements for anything in the UK. Just a vague (non-compulsory) occasional visit from a Local Education Authority person. These people seem to be more tuned in now to making the visit more about giving support than being judgemental.

So.... Home Education can be a very different philosophy on life OR you can have set lesson plans and formal timetables if you wish. What I describe is what I do and and others do it in different ways.

The end results are happy and intelligent kids with common sense and most of all a desire to learn or find out. Some end up with a multitude of good grade exam results and others don't but are extremely employable in good jobs or go straight into University or further education.

Most of all, home-ed kids often have the ability to think and will not believe just everything they have been "taught". They have more of an ability to think laterally.

This doesn't mean that kids who go through the school system don't have these abilities... just that I reckon the a higher proportion of home-ed kids have it.

We are still at the early stages of home-ed for our son and so we have a lot of rubbish to work through with him.

We home-ed our daughter from she was 11 as well. She is now 16, in college and already has qualifications she wouldn't have gotten until she was 18. She has a desire and passion to learn.

So it is clear that our reasons for home-ed are not religious though others in the UK do have it as a reason.

As to qualifications.... you would be surprised. As parents (any of us) we know far more than we realise. Daily life is a sufficient learning plan.... counting money in the shops; working out square yardage (meters) of floor covering; currently son is interested in compound interest as advertised by the banks; geography through travelling around and experiencing the earth in real life; geology too; history as a result of news and books and discussions; English in everything; learning a language through travel and then a class or a friend or online; green energy, recycling, conservation through all things at home; biology through discussions, human and vegetable growth; chemistry over lunch when you accidently squeeze orange juice in your eye through to simple experiments done at home and visiting museums; physics (oops, your subject Zandperl!) in the same ways plus more experimentation; and much much more.

Think about how you learned lots of things at university. You went to lectures possibly and got a brief idea of the general direction to go in. You then organised yourself and went to the library (because you wanted to) and did your research, read and discovered and thought about and digested and reconsidered it. Home education is pretty much like that approach but obviously at levels appropriate to each child.

Anything we don't know we know how to find it out. Neither Mr Doris nor I were homeschooled. Mr Doris is a character in himself with amazing openness of thought. Whilst I am very questioning. I used to be an A grade student as a younger kid and then flunked everything when it came to exams at 15 and 16. Nothing about my life has been regular and I know that there is more than one way to skin a rabbit.

Nothing is set in stone and so if a child develops a passion for a particular subject they can stay with it for the next few days if they chose to and not have to pack up after an hour or so and go to their next lesson.

As a little kid growing up, my son never did much artwork which disappointed me. None of those big splashes of kiddy colour. Nothing. He was busy and happily doing other things and then school came along and there is little opportunity for art.

Since being home-ed he has whipped up a few pencil drawings with very fine draughtsman details. I didn't have to sit down and show him how to hold the pencil or how to "see". He just did because his interest was there and he had the opportunity.

It is not easy to home-ed, I grant you! Such a responsibility.

I know other home-edding parents whose writing and spelling etc may not be so great. Strangely enough, this does not mean that their children suffer. And the kids still have all these unquantifiable skills of knowing how to learn and wanting to learn.

Hmm. This response is rather long and I reckon I should be making a post out of it!

Cheryl Your thoughts are just too impressive! I never thought all those things.... but am glad to say that he was just being his cheeky self with no further deep meanings. It was a natural follow-on to something he did the other day. He did a cracking re-write of the Red Riding Hood story. A whole three pages of handwriting, which for him, is the best so far! Never mind it was a rip-off of an existing story, nor that it was pretty bloody and foul, but as I said, it was exciting to read!
Saturday, October 15, 2005 11:29:00 AM

Monday, 10 October 2005

Spinning cartwheels


Sometimes I'd just like to spin cartwheels. I can see it in my mind but know I just couldn't will my body to follow through so I'd likely end up an ungainly heap on the floor. As I've gotten older I want to play more and feel a lightness of spirit.



Sometimes I get musical song tunes floating through my mind such as from "My Fair Lady" .... "I could have danced all night, I could have danced all night and never, ever stopped..." and with that my bodice clad body swings round the dance floor of my mind with the biggest grin on my face.


Sometimes it is the tune from "Sound of Music": "I am sixteen going on seventeen" sung in a clear crisp voice as I dance around the bandstand lightly jumping up and down over the seats or swinging around the bars.


Sometimes I'm Gene Kelly "I'm singing in the rain, I'm singing in the rain. What a glorious feeeeling, I'm sinnnnging in the rain.." Best of all I am Ginger Rogers against Fred Astaire. With a beautifully tailored dress of chiffon sweeping or swinging as he holds me round a tiny corseted waist dancing with swift graceful moves covering the dance floor and swirling up a magic with a life of its own.

This isn't entirely a fantasy. Many years ago I used to love going to dances with my then boyfriend. He had a group of friends I had become friends with, one of which I discovered after a while shared a passion to dance. My friend was one of those very tall and dark, scary looking characters who was actually a pussy cat.


We would dance to soca and soul and dance tunes with these amazingly elaborate dances made up as we went along. The dance floor would clear and we'd make full use of it with all sorts of moves moving from one to another with an intuitive flow and gracefulness. At times our dances would be hot and suggestive but we never crossed those boundaries. I'm sure if had the chance again we would fall into our old dancing ways.

The last time I danced was a few months ago with my beloved Mr Doris at a friend's birthday party. My outgoing ways flitted around the room chatting to everyone sat on their own individual "keeping to themselves" tables and when the music struck up I was ready to hit the empty dance floor especially to encourage others. All the while, my darling quiet Mr Doris held his head up high, and with willing heart accompanied me onto the dance floor. Looking magnificent in his blazer. And he kept on dancing, at times holding me round the waist..... For that memory I adore him so much.



Original Comments:

Astryngia said...
All that music in your soul - and the words so well illustrated with the verve of the little ballet dancer. And lovely memories to share, too. What happiness in your life now! :-)
Monday, October 10, 2005 11:15:00 PM
jane said...
awwww Mr.Doris is so wonderful. Sometimes when I'm home alone, I dance around the house with those same songs in my head.
But you obviously can dance! You've got such a way with words, as you were describing that, I saw you & your parnters dancing in my mind's eye. You're one of a kind Doris.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005 12:00:00 AM
mrshellonheels said...
Ohh I love to dance too, but my style is more the jitterbug and twist : ) And I dont mind dancing with hubby even tho he looks like a chicken that had its head chopped off, arms and legs flappin everywhere heehee..hes mine and I just flap right along with him.

Your post reminded me of that song, "I Hope you Dance" I forget who sang it.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005 2:39:00 AM
DaFFy said...
Oh the part about Mr Doris is SO lovely. Isn't he marvellous?
I get in trouble all the time from The MOTH for dancing jigs down the supermarket aisle if something cool comes over the speakers.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005 6:32:00 AM
Le laquet said...
I love dancing - it's just wonderful, takes away all the days cares ~ there's just the music! Lovely :o)
Tuesday, October 11, 2005 6:35:00 AM
Le laquet said...
p.s. hell on heels is right about the song ~ sung by Lee Ann Womack but I think it was covered by Ronan Keating or some other ex-boy band Irish chappie

"And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
I hope you dance,
I hope you dance!"
Tuesday, October 11, 2005 6:39:00 AM
Neutron said...
Nice one! I know exactly th feeling of anting to set off on some energetic movement but realising that your leaden body (sorry..MY leaden body) would never allow itself to be dragged along. It's maybe a childhood memory of being tossed in the air by your parents of something because Ic ertainly never did any of that flitting around you so neatly describe.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005 7:06:00 AM
doris said...
Astryngia It is true! Sometimes I burst with such happiness now and I want to share it :-)

Jane We could dance together :-) I think I dance in the same way I sing.... not necessarily good but boldy. Just let your body fly and feel the music. There are no wrong moves and I found that once I realised that, I actually flowed better as I didn't feel so self-concious.

Hell on Heels LOL I love the thought of your hubby but it is wonderful nonetheless. At least he is not sitting it out and is getting right on down with you :-) I don't know the song you mention - I need to check it out. Perhaps I do know it and didn't realise it!

Daffy You too in the shopping aisles?! My kids freak when I do anything out of the normal in the shops and hold on to me and the trolley very tight. Like you say, when something good plays on the tannoy. On the other hand, Mr Doris has been known to hurl himself onto the back of a trolley and whizz down an empty aisle so I reckon we are well suited!

le Laquet we could have a synchronised dance-in .... :-) That would be fun! Thanks for finding the details of that song - I must check it out.

Neutron LOL my body is leaden too. Well it is for cart wheels but never for dancing. I'd dance with you :-)
Tuesday, October 11, 2005 10:21:00 AM
Pookie65 said...
One of my favorite memories of my mom was watching her do cartwheels all the way around our house when I was very young.

Thanks for bringing back this memory today. I needed it.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005 12:07:00 PM
Le laquet said...
If I could work out how to record it off the cd and send it .... but I am a tad thick .... and of course I wouldn't actually do it because it wouldn't be legal! *blushes*
Wednesday, October 12, 2005 6:34:00 AM
doris said...
Awww! Thanks Le Laquet! Thanks to Amazon we can hear Lee Ann Womack but not Ronan Keating And that second link actualy has the refrain. And I don't think I've heard it, ever. So, thanks!
Wednesday, October 12, 2005 8:40:00 AM
doris said...
Pookie - sounds like an amazing mother you have :-) Sorry you were having a rough day...
Wednesday, October 12, 2005 8:42:00 AM
Jo said...
Bit late with this one...but what a lovely post! I like your little dancers especially. I'm working on learning how to upload groovy little pics :-)
Thursday, October 13, 2005 10:58:00 PM
doris said...
Thanks Jo .... you already upload pics don't you? I use mainly royalty free pics that we have and often save them as a gif with a transparent background so that they don't look square but really they are.
Thursday, October 13, 2005 11:26:00 PM

Sunday, 9 October 2005

Being Five

This post re-published December 2012

Cheryl has written a powerful and beautiful post on Being Five. If it was a painting it would be one of the classics in the National Gallery, twenty foot high and painted in colours with a lightness of touch and a magic that draws you in and at once plays happy games; envelops with love, peace, tranquility; and leaves you wanting more.

On the other hand, my portrait of "Being Five" is a dark little number hung in a room at the far end of another gallery with hundreds of other little dark paintings. The room one rushes through in order to get to the toilet or elsewhere but not a room worthy of visiting in its own right.

On my third birthday my mother gave me a doll that was bigger than me. I gather it was at great expense and effort but I'm afraid I wasn't impressed and was actually terrified of it. I wasn't girly and didn't play with it much. I can see why I was such a disappointment to my mother back then. Already my life was about mindgames and surviving. At the age of five my brother decided to cut the fingers off the said doll with a pair of scissors. I had no say in the matter and can't remember why he did it.

My mother found the fingerless doll and hit the roof. She had been mid-vacuuming and I remember her in the hallway having summoned my brother and I. She demanded to know who had done it and of course my brother kept his mouth shut. After a goodly period of time I finally, and for the first time, pointed the finger at my brother (excuse the pun!). My mother had wanted to know the truth so I decided to tell her. To which I got into the biggest trouble so far in my young life for "telling on my brother". The doll was now forgotten.

I was accused of all matter of crimes and the worst of all was telling tales. I was utterly confused. This was a powerful point in my life as it first imploded on itself. My mother warned me to never tell on my own brother ever again. She taught me well did my mother. This gave him carte blanche for the rest of our childhoods to beat me silly and when my mother wanted to know what the noise was in the next room I'd lie and say something innocent.

I can see why my painting is so dark. As well as the obvious it is lacking in all the detail although I can describe that hallway and vacuum in detail, but chose not to, there are no other details in feelings. No richness of love to paint round the edges. Just terrifying black holes.

Thank you Cheryl for painting such a beautiful picture. One I would like to buy and fill my house with, or at least re-visit many times in the Gallery. I'm afraid I still didn't manage to create such experiences as yours for my children but I didn't do too badly either. I wonder what others were up to when they were five and if that affects their adult life.

6 Comments:

Jo said...
Oh Doris...it makes you wonder what some think the point of having children is doesn't it? I have little ones myself and I have a picture of you going through all this, translated into the landscape of my own children.
Poor little you, hun.

A question and a thought...

How much does it still trouble you? Childhood experiences stay with us and colour our interior lives for years. But we do have the chance to redecorate internally, as it were. To say to ourselves that we're no longer going be hurt by the memory anymore. That's not to say we forget, or you dishonour the feelings of the little girl you once were. Simply that the upset can be left behind -if we try. Easy to say I know...Your words make me think that there's still pain there for you.

Be proud of your own relationship with your children. We are none of us Mother Theresa, we just do our best; but it does look like you've certainly come a long long way from that little 5 year old. And you could teach your mother a great deal about motherhood - much of which you have had to learn yourself?
Cheryl said...
I was lucky, I went through the mill, the mangle and the witch-ducker as an adult instead.
I wouldn't swap my cotton swaddled childhood for anything, but it took another 20 or 30 years before you could associate my name with any street cred. I had 'gullible' written across my forehead in neon lights.
Thanks for the plug, glad you were able to imagine it, and pleased you liked.
:-D
doris said...
Jo No pain! I'm fine and I suppose I am talking about this in order to "honour" the little me and what went before. However to say I no longer feel pain and can talk quite dispassionately about my situation is not entirely true. It is when I read pieces like Cheryl's "Being Five" then I become emotional and sad for what I didn't have, or rather makes it obvious what I missed out on. And the other thing is I still have night terrors but that is a whole different thing that I will blog about sometime.

Funny thing about my mother is that she now waxes lyrical about what a wonderful mother I am to the point she has said she wished I was her mum! Weird.

Cheryl I still had the gullible thing too but maybe for different reasons and that finally went in about my twenties. I can see that when you are brought up so beautifully you naturally expect everyone to be as lovely and wonderful as your parents but of course they are not.

Thank goodness for maturity and getting older :-)
Minerva said...
Such a powerful and evocative post Doris...I really felt for you, felt for the loneliness that shines through this post...
Badaunt said...
I suspect the five-year-old me was pretty happy, if somewhat confused. Most of my childhood I remember as being pretty confusing.

I hate that whole thing of 'don't tell' and then 'don't tell lies.' Adults should explain how to reconcile the two requirements if they insist on both of them.

Also, children need to be told WHY.

But we are not children forever, and we get over it. (Either that or I'm deeply scarred and haven't noticed it yet.)
zandperl said...
Jo said:
it makes you wonder what some think the point of having children is doesn't it?
Inability to use condoms. Oh wait, that's not a "point," because then having the children isn't purposeful.

Doris, once in a while you post things like these and I am shocked at what you went through in your childhood. It's really amazing that you've grown to be such a wonderful person after all that! :) I wonder what your mother's childhood was like.


Saturday, 8 October 2005

Gorilla Eyebrows

It is not until we make changes that we realise what sort of a rut we are in and have gotten so used to it we don't even realise. For example, daughter completed her makeover of me yesterday and having plucked away at one eyebrow I took a look in the mirror and was horrified to compare the streamlined and manicured brow opening up one eye to the bushy gorilla number hiding away the other eye. Of course I make it sound worse than it is, but that is not far from the reality.

First though, 16 year old daughter cut my long "straight as a die" hair using a method we found online. I have to say that this method worked a treat considering daughter had not really cut that much hair before nor cut layers or into a style. After doing this method three times - first time took off 4 inches but it wasn't enough, the second time took off two inches and the final time a further two inches. Even then, it was still long about my shoulders so she cut into the length to take it down and thin it out. I now have lengths sitting on my shoulders with much more body and lift all round my head with the layers.

After that she used L'Oreal Feria French Roast colour and that surprisingly uplifted my flat dark hair but best of all zapped the greys. This is the first time I had used this particular product and it stank worse than any I have ever used before but the results were amazing. Before using the conditioner that came with that, daughter then used the Garnier Multi-Lights Kit 4. Daughter was quite pessimistic and basically slapped this one on. I was rather cautious but let her get on with it. However, the results were truly amazing. Not just bleached highlights but tones of highlight that matched the colour of my hair. After that my hair desperately needed the conditioner and once dried shone like it hasn't shone in a while.

Eyebrow plucking next, for which I was exceedingly brave, and that was followed by an unknown swish of make-up and then trying on my new clothes. I was truly gob-smacked and uplifted and sashayed my way round the house in my new clothes and shoes. Dear Mr Doris was able to say the right things in the right places whilst I have strict instructions from daughter to wear my new clothes or else she will impound my old items!

Off I went in my make-up and glad-rags to collect son from his Friday evening activity to quite good effect. One mum didn't recognise me until I started speaking to her whilst her son didn't even recognise me at all and thought I was his friend's (my son) sister! This exceeds the TV programme "10 Years younger" where they do a radical makeover in 10 days including cosmetic surgery, and more like "Thirty years younger"!!!

I'm off to buy an eye pencil today - again under strict instructions from daughter. On the whole it hasn't cost that much to get such a great buzz but I have been lucky to have someone to do it for me (remembering I was prepared to take the risk should it have gone wrong). If only my new shoes didn't bite quite so much ;-)


Original Comments:

Badaunt said...

You are making me jealous. I want someone to pluck MY eyebrows. Every time I do it myself something goes hideously wrong. (They're not meant to be uneven, are they...?)

God, what a wonderful time you're having!

Saturday, October 08, 2005 3:09:00 PM

doris said...

Thanks Badaunt, I AM having a wonderful time :-)

However, I didn't mention the blip with the eyebrows.... daughter decided they were just a little long in length and needed trimming back. Even though I reckoned trimming them would make them stumpier I let he get on with it. The clippers slipped and chomped short a whole section... no surprise there! To which she coloured it in with a bit of pencil, pressed it in with her thumb and assured me it would grow back in a couple of weeks. I reallly am laughing and think it is funny. True they will grow back but even like this it looks so much better than what it was.

Saturday, October 08, 2005 4:10:00 PM

DaFFy said...

Ha! I just cleared up a wonderous monobrow I was cultivating. Now I can see in the mirror that I actually have eyes. Who knew?

Saturday, October 08, 2005 4:24:00 PM

Cheryl said...

That's IT!!

Send her over. I'll pay.

Saturday, October 08, 2005 5:06:00 PM

Growing Up said...

When i get my hair cut i feel like a new woman and i think many women feel the same. Like you said it just gives you a buzz.

Saturday, October 08, 2005 6:12:00 PM

Universal Soldier said...

Very brave of you to let her do all that in one go. I'm so glad you are impressed. The one time a relative cut my hair (my dad) I ended up with a bald patch - I was 11 at the time.

Saturday, October 08, 2005 8:04:00 PM

Ally said...

I am SO scared to having my eyebrows plucked, or plucking them myself, that since the age of about 15, I've only had the one. I met a friend by chance today who'd just had hers waxed ... even more scary!

Saturday, October 08, 2005 9:18:00 PM

Helen said...

My sister BEGGED me to pluck her eyebrows once so I did. She hated every second of it but loved the results. Bottom line - she just didn't have the strength to put herself through the maintenance! Oh well, I tried!
Peace.............

Sunday, October 09, 2005 2:33:00 AM

Jo said...

Oddly, I can cope with eyebrow plucking, (and God knows I need to or else I'd end up as some horrible pastiche of Denis Healey.) My one top tip is to always pluck only from underneath (ie in the eye socket), not above. Not sure why - but it is apparently A Piece Of Good Advice.

But waxing I find eye watering awful...

You go Doris with your new image! Tell us about the clothes!

Sunday, October 09, 2005 2:55:00 PM

Z said...

I LIKE eyebrow plucking, it's a strangely pleasant sensation. But I guess after a few years, they learn to come out easier.
Thinking of having some length of my hair. So - no photo of the results?

Thursday, October 13, 2005 1:55:00 PM

doris said...

Sorry no photos!

For years I have shied away from layers remembering the shaggy layers of the 80s that just didn't work in my dead straight hair but have to say that something has changed and it looks great - and yet - still looks like I have some length in my hair.

As for that advice about not plucking above..... of course one does all the shaping from underneath but I still need to wipe out the stray ones from above.

I've had eyebrow waxing before and it is quick and relatively painless. As long as they only take off enough and not too much.

I've loved reading everyone's comments and their experiences or otherwise :-)

Thursday, October 13, 2005 11:32:00 PM

Tuesday, 4 October 2005

Ice-cream sundae jeans

Yesterday my now 16 year old daughter did part one of a 'Trinny and Susannah' makeover on me. I rarely-to-never buy clothes and can never get up any enthusiasm when I am in the shops. And then I am held back by a silent voice telling me "not to treat myself"; "not to waste money"; "not to spend money"; "I can't afford it"; or "I'll end up wasting money as it probably won't really suit me", and so I am in a rut. But I've been inspired by Jo at Inner Girl and took the plunge.

Recovering from my tooth pains - now almost gone - I have been working nearly round the clock on a number of projects for clients and so felt justified to take out £200 cash and hand it over to my daughter. She was quite delighted it seems to have been asked and was suitably puffed up knowing that I rated her sense of style.

We had the loveliest time. No arguing but there was plenty of her playful snapping at me to put inappropriate items back on the shelf. She even carried all the bags but that was probably because they were those lovely big paper bags with a single item in each and not my usual placcy bags stuffed full from the cheap stores!

For a break, we took coffee in an exquisite bar with big lounge seats and a palm tree. I didn't know we had such a place in our town! We ended up buying hair dyes. Tomorrow daughter is going to have a go at my hair and pluck my eyebrows as part of the makeover. Until then, I am not wearing any of the clothes or the wonderful print and fabric shoes with pointy toes and the teeniest of heels.

As for the jeans, at that particular shop, daughter was in and out the changing room with different sizes for me to try on. The nice shop assistant checked with my daughter "Are they for your friend?" to which my daughter could barely suppress her laughter at the thought! But I have to say that yesterday it really did feel like we were friends which is almost a first and that was lovely.

Daughter settled on a rather modern pair of jeans for me. And if she chose them and thought I looked good in them then they must be OK - she hates the thought of me dressing too young for my age. These new jeans are sawn off at the top with only half a fly-zip and each time I yanked on a pair, daughter was horrified as I tried to hitch them up to my waist when they clearly stopped just barely above my pubes! I had to roll down my big baggy knickers as the 'look' just wasn't right.

Then there is my bum. I have a bum cleavage that I could keep my spoon in! These jeans make me think of a ice-cream sundae glass. They sit on my body and then I ooze out and above them like ice-cream and cream. With a cherry on the top - hopefully! :-)



Original Comments:

zandperl said...
I don't mind hip-hugger jeans, but some of these low-rises are positively obscene and uncomfortable. A long while ago I had to get rid of the "old lady undies" my mom used to buy for me when I stopped wearing jeans above my navel. I don't like wearing jeans that *require* a thong. I'll wear a thong once in a while, but it's usually not worth the effort.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005 4:42:00 AM
Universal Soldier said...
Sounds like you had a great time with your daughter. Mrs Soldier usually has to do the clothes shopping for me - I have no taste.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005 5:59:00 AM
mrshellonheels said...
I hate shopping for clothes, I have no patience for it, actually I hate shopping period. But reading your post made me kinda sorta wish I had a daughter. sigh.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005 7:28:00 AM
Cheryl said...
Oooh you lucky girl!

If the plucking doesn't pan out - you could both go to a salon and be waxed instead - its about £7 I think - dirt cheap and not half so nerve wracking / painful.

I want a makeover!!!!!!! I also want your shoes!
Happy for you :-)
Wednesday, October 05, 2005 7:33:00 AM
Milt Bogs said...
Oh Doris - bum cleavage and a cherry... My clapped out imagination has just switched into long unaccustomed overdrive.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005 9:43:00 AM
Anji said...
Could you lend your daughter for another make-over? I know that if there are things I like in the shops I won't have the money for them, when I have got the money I can never find anything I like!
Wednesday, October 05, 2005 9:43:00 AM
Astryngia said...
Elegy to a body. Lovely! I just don't have the right shape for those low rise jeans - they continue to slide on down and then pull my knickers down with 'em!
Wednesday, October 05, 2005 10:07:00 AM
Annie said...
Sounds like you had a lovely time. I don't do jeans. I have horrible legs. I think it's my Welsh bit coming out, I have rugby players' knees!
Eyebrow plucking isn't too bad if you get them done professionally to start with, and then get a decent pair of tweezers and then keep plucking out the odd ones. I've done mine for years.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005 10:39:00 AM
ella m. said...
Even if they go forever out of style, I can only wear lower rise jeans.

I have a very short torso in proportion to my height and anything even remotely high rise makes me look short and stumpy.

Add in the fact that i need an extra tall length inseam (despite not being extra tall) and it makes jeans shopping a living hell.


I can shop for hours but jeans are the one thing that drives me up a wall to search for.

I have found a few brands that fit perfectly, and this is enough of a boon to justify the $200 price tag.


No more searching, just a sky high credit card bill.

Lesser of two evils.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005 1:35:00 PM
Red Mum said...
Sounds like a wonderful day with your daughter, I am looking forward to that with my own in the time to come.

You also described what I have heard here referred to as Muffin Trousers, you know spilling out over the top and from what you said I somehow doubt that is yourself:)
Wednesday, October 05, 2005 3:07:00 PM
Cheryl said...
So?
Its been 24 hours - do you still have eyebrows????


ROFL - sorry!
Wednesday, October 05, 2005 4:37:00 PM
jane said...
I hope you click a pic of you with this new makeover. Your daughter sounds like she's quite the fashion designer & kudos to you for letting her make you over.
It sounds as though your relationship is taking on a new life of its own as she's getting a little older.
I can't tell you how MUCH I want a sundae now!
Thursday, October 06, 2005 6:23:00 AM
Jo said...
Go Doris! Thanks for the name check and glad for the (rather unusual?!) inspiration of my blog!

Now about that spoon...!!

Actually i was looking at some video of myself the other day and detected definite Muffin tendencies as I too can spill out a bit ;-)

Let us have the update - full fashion show and final make up results!
Thursday, October 06, 2005 10:43:00 AM
doris said...
Phew! I have been so busy and so has daughter that the second part of the makeover has to wait.

The Sundae in the pic is actually called a Doris Sundae after Doris Day! I couldn't resist it :-)

Zandperl Hip huggers! I thought they must have a name. As for thongs - last time I tried them I didn't!

Universal Soldier I might get daughter to do similar for Mr Doris. He looked fantastic on our wedding day and brushes up very well but the rest of the time has his delightful nerdy look! ;-)

Hell on Heels See your name.... well that's what it is like most of the time having a teenaged daughter. Sadly, the nice moments are rare.

Cheryl I've had my eyebrows waxed.... the last time the girl cheerfully removed most of my eyebrows and asked me if that was OK. Like a mutt, I said "very nice thank you" but vowed not to get them butchered again. I also have an altruistic motive - daughter over plucks her eyebrows and it doesn't look good. I'm hoping that when doing mine she can see that less plucking can be better.

Milt Bogs I hope your eyes have stopped spinning by now! Not good for the ole ticker you know!

Anji That's how I feel too and am pleased to virtualy lend my daughter's assistance!

Astryngia :-)

Cat You are right about the upkeep of plucked eyebrows and each time I get them professionally done I intend to do just that.... LOL

Ella M I shall count myself lucky that we quickly found a pair of jeans to suit with a £40 price tag.

Red Mum Muffin trousers?! Another new word for me.... but I prefer Ice Cream Sundae trousers!

Jane Not sure about pics - will see about a pic of the shoes. Very cute for me. You are right that the very difficult relationship I have with my daughter is mellowing. Fingers crossed it goes from strength to strength.

Jo I like to think that I fluff up rather than spill out but I'd be kidding myself ever so slightly. I'm refusing to wear any of my goodies until stage 2 of the makeover and I know that will encourage dear daughter to give me a hand. I'm afraid I'm not as forthcoming as you with pics - after all I have a Doris image to look up to. Have you seen Doris in the Surf Tropical ad?! LOL
Thursday, October 06, 2005 4:01:00 PM
doris said...
Wahey! Here's the Doris Tropical Surf TV ad. I was sent a link the other day but that didn't work and it took ages to find this.... you have to watch it to the end :-)
Thursday, October 06, 2005 7:01:00 PM
doris said...
And you need your sound on before you click the link.
Thursday, October 06, 2005 7:05:00 PM
Mary P. said...
I loved this story. What a lovely day you both had!

I also love low-rise jeans. They suit my shape. (I'm fairly well endowed and a nice smallish waist but sadly short in the torso, so waisted jeans make me look like I am an enormous chest rising directly from my navel... lol.) As for the underwear problem? Panty-lines make your butt look fat and bulgy, but I hate thongs - so uncomfortable! - so if the panties would show, I just, in the words of my 19 year old daughter "go commando". :-)
Thursday, October 06, 2005 7:42:00 PM
Anji said...
Great ad; we really enjoy the UK ads when we visit
Friday, October 07, 2005 9:49:00 AM
Karen said...
It sounds like you had a real girly time - I love going shopping with my 16 year old daughter - not sure if I'd let her choose my clothes, I'd end up in thigh high boots and a mini skirt...
Friday, October 07, 2005 4:08:00 PM
Anonymous said...
Sounds like a lot of fun!! I was surfing to find some blogs in the UK...came across yours. I have a daughter the lives in Horley, Surrey. She's a 20 yr old newlywed! I don't really know too much about the area that they live in, but I figured if I can read about things and daily life, I could be a little more connected!!

Have a great day!

~~Stephanie in Stow, Ohio, USA
Friday, October 07, 2005 7:05:00 PM
Badaunt said...
If you don't like shopping for clothes (and I hate it) a friend/relative with good taste is a GODSEND. I recently discovered that my friend's mother is a shopping genius. You come out of the changing room and she snaps, 'NO!' - and you don't argue. But when she snaps, 'YES! Buy it!' she is always right. It's incredibly fast.

Unfortunately, she's in France and I'm in Japan, but the two things I bought with her (it took five minutes! One shop!) I've been wearing since coming back. The first time I wore them they felt familiar and right, like old favourites already. BRILLIANT.
Saturday, October 08, 2005 3:06:00 PM