Back in May, my sister and I went with our daughters to my church's women's ministry Mad Hatters Tea Party. It was a fun afternoon of tea, treats, mad hats, decorated tables and craft!
We decorated our table with a vase of fabric gerberas and rubber chickens:
We wore outrageous headpieces ourselves. My Crazy Sister had the best hat on the day (as informally judged by me) which featured her own hair issuing from the crown of her fabric-covered cowboy hat in a fountain of manic sparkly twists. And this is why I love her. Peanut looked splendid, as always, wearing both a pink tissue-paper headpiece and a Pleasant Attitude.
This second item was not worn on the day by Jessie, who would not be photographed in her gerbera-covered hat. I was only able to photograph the gerbera-covered hat without its wearer.
Some of the other ladies and their decorated tables looked like they were going for a day at the races. La-dee-DAH. I am sure the word MAD was on the invitation.
As the speaker got up to speak, Mr de Elba delivered the boys to me as he was coming to church for a music practice. I thought that three children near accessible tables laden with teatime treats might be a little bit much to handle, especially since the speaker was expecting to speak, but I was saved the humiliation of trying to manage this impossible situation because Woody threw up violently all over himself and the car just as they arrived. He came inside feeling much better and was gleefully given handfuls of chocolate slices and little cakes by his thoughtless siblings upon his arrival.
I disallowed this mass-consumption of sugar and immediately went home, washed Woody, washed his clothing and then attacked the horror in the car. The End.