Molly is seven!!!
Here in France, a child reaching the age of 7 has grandparents and even random people in supermarkets throwing up their arms in delight proclaiming that finally! we have arrived at The Age of Reason. So far the children I know best have proven that sevenhood is also mysteriously a cue to lose all vaguely-acquired social skills and go back to eating with their fingers (and sometimes entire fists), trailing their hair in their soup, sitting at the table so that only one body part (not bottom) is actually touching the chair, and lying around on the floor with only one leg in their pants playing with lego when we are supposed to be leaving for school in exactly ONE MINUTE.
But still! A birthday is a birthday! And every seven year old needs a party! And since we're only ever going to have one little girl's seven year old party in this house, 26 hours before the guests were due to arrive, I decided it needed more than just a smartie-covered cake. And thus began the Birthday Marathon:
Invitations inspired by my friend Gemma at petitprojects who makes lovely cards, see her Etsy shop here
I got all the paper in the scrapbook section of Cultura.
I got all the paper in the scrapbook section of Cultura.
Moshi-tape bunting and a cake entirely copied from this clever lady who managed to make one of the only Barbie cakes I've ever seen that doesn't tip
the scales into criminal naffness. Then I made a banner so I could make the most of Barbie's extra-flexible shoulders! (I think this one is a ballerina).
As you can see, Molly is super-happy, so spending THREE hours making a marzipan dress and slowly losing the will to live
was worth it in the end. Plus it had glitter on it which even got The Rongun quite excited.
the scales into criminal naffness. Then I made a banner so I could make the most of Barbie's extra-flexible shoulders! (I think this one is a ballerina).
As you can see, Molly is super-happy, so spending THREE hours making a marzipan dress and slowly losing the will to live
was worth it in the end. Plus it had glitter on it which even got The Rongun quite excited.
And then at 12am the night before, thinking it would take about an hour, I decided to make party bags because I saw this
(my new favourite blog - how does she make it all so clean and pretty? I want to BE her). Went to bed about 3 hours later, cursing my sewing-machine.
When all the children arrived, we made fimo beads for bracelets with extruders, which is always fun to see how the colours will come out.
Everyone was so engrossed in what they were doing, that no-one uttered a word for about an hour (kind of unnerving for a kid's party).
I have no idea if you're allowed to put other children on blogs, but I suspect not, so I've blurred them, but left Molly's face sharp so you can see
her 'annoyed' face. We get to see this quite often. You get to see a mild version.
