It would seem I am a little unprepared on my journey of motherhood.
Who knew that when Twin Girl bought a letter home from her dance class inviting her to audition for a medal test that they really took it so seriously.
The letter contained the following instructions…
Please ensure hair is curly,
Please ensure make up consists of a minimum of foundation, eye liner and red lipstick
Please hire or make a costume
What I read was….
Please ensure hair is curly, unless you are twin girls mum and as rubbish at hair curling as you are at paper mache
Please ensure make up consists of foundation, eye liner and red lipstick; unless you are twin girls mum who thinks this could be a little overkill for a six year old
Please hire or make a costume unless you are twin girls mum then you should definitely hire because if not your daughter will be scarred for life by your dressmaking efforts…
Fast forward four weeks…
We turned up to the audition and were greeted by a powder puff room filled with beautiful little girls made up better that any of my recent going out efforts. Their hair was curled into ringlets that orphan Annie would envy and their costumes proved to me that when they drop their children at dance class they all scoot off round the corner for seamstress lessons whilst I find a stool in the working man’s club next door.
Using the power of GHD I wrestled with Twin Girl’s hair in a panic, twisting and scorching in a bid to add a curl or two.
It didn’t work…
I reached into my bag and sought out my ’emergency’ foundation and quickly blended it into my daughters unblemished cheeks – within moments I had turned her into a tangerine – if it had been Halloween she would have run the risk of someone trying to put a candle inside her head.
I didn’t have eye liner, I only had biro, and god damn it, it was blue, I contemplated it for a moment but then held back as I had forms to fill in at home and didn’t want to use up the ink….
We found a red lipstick at the nearest shop and, much to Twin Girl’s disgust, painted her lips a post box red.
The end result was interesting….
However, when twin girl took to the stage it all fell together.
The brightness of her top merely complemented the tint of the foundation and her dancing took my breath away, I was unable to see anything except a beautiful nervous six year old shine through in a rather tricky first dance.
She passed with flying colours – with a page full of compliments and only one reference that her hair should be curled next time, any tips would be appreciated……
Check out my eldest on the dance floor….
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