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A Sticking Point

Not everyone is lucky enough to have siblings, I believe growing up with a brother and sister has had a massive impact on the person I am today, I also had terrible middle child syndrome. My older brother is a gifted artist and very academic, he was the first in our extended family to go to university and eventually into the Armed Forces. My baby sister is almost ten years younger than me and as my mum was well into her career and had two grown up, self-sufficient kids, she could afford bigger and better holidays, gifts, clothes and toys for the little one. I was never going to be the baby, and I wasn’t ever sure I could live up to the academic achievements of my older brother, ages 13 to 17 were particularly horrid for all concerned. While I spent most of that time wondering where I fit in and what my kind of special attributes were I know now, age 29 that I was the glue. I spent most weekend evenings caring for my little sister so my mum and stepdad could go out after a long week at work. I always took her shopping with me, and spent many hours wandering around the museums and art galleries in town trying to keep her entertained.  Whenever my brother came home I would be there at the station waiting for him, make sure he had the right change for the bus to get back to our family home and then spend a few hours play fighting and then catching a movie at the local cinema.

Birth Order

Birth Order (Photo credit: Jessicizer)

We’ve all moved out now pursuing our chosen career paths and caring for our own little families but I’m still the glue. I speak to my brother and sister all the time, more so my sister as despite our age difference we’re into lots of the same things. My brother works all the hours gods sends to pay his astronomical London rent but still manages to give me a call and shout obscenities as soon as I answer. I love having siblings and while we have our ups and downs like everyone else, they will always be my brother and sister and I’ll always be the glue.

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Community Spirit

Just got back in from taking my little beauty to play group, it’s a bit daft really because she’s only 6 months old and doesn’t really do much in the way of playing, just gurgling, drooling and crying to be fed mainly. This was our second time at the local church play group and I was pleasantly surprised at the number of attendees and the community spirit. I’m not particularly religious, but we live in a fairly remote place and the need to talk to adults at least once a week is greater than my fear of singing songs containing the lyrics ‘Hallelujah’.

Charity show

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Today the elderly play group leader (wearing a beautiful Chanel inspired twinset and chiffon scarf) reminded parents about the children’s clothing exchange that is taking place next week, and thanked parents who had made so much effort to help those less fortunate at the earlier events. Following this announcement I quickly scanned the parents all kneeling on the floor with toddlers squirming for freedom and tried to size up the competition. If I’m going to give I want the caliber of my wares to be top notch, I can’t help it, its my competitive side which never fails to shine whether it concerns charity events or the school bake sale!

The parents are a real mix of ages and fashion-persuasion, some sport toddler-proof clothes such as jeans and a much-loved/washed patterned top. (Patterns disguise a multitude of baby stains, food, drool etc) Unfortunately there are also hints of sandals and corduroys, but this is a Church group and thou shall not judge….for now. Thankfully a minority who throw caution into the wind and stay firmly on trend with cute knitwear, block coloured skinny jeans and ballet flats which are classed as both a mummy wardrobe staple and  a trend must have.

So from my in-depth market research, I think my chances of providing the Church and local community with good quality, fashionable baby clothes which most importantly are better than those donated than the others are looking good. Once I’ve finished freshly washing and ironing them all, and lovingly folding them into size coördinated, aesthetically pleasing bales, I just need to get a grip of myself and appreciate the true meaning of community spirit!

I really love Fashion, its soaring highs and its eccentricities, and what I’m about to write is like saying football is just a game to an avid supporter but, there really is more to life….sometimes.

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