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> Question for Santa, is $34.00 too much to spend
on body
lotion? I am fairly certain I would pay that much
for something with marshmallow infusion. Dee-lish.
And if you happened to bring me some for Christmas Santa,
I wouldn't say no.
So
last weekend we went to Emma's school craft fair. This
is a major fundraiser for the school. Attendence is
mandatory… at least it was in my mind. I feel guilty
for not volunteering my time in her school.
The
big event was planned for Saturday. Unfortunately the
weather decided not to co-operate. It was snowy, and
worse, a cold wind was howling from every direction.
Although we live a few blocks away from the school we
chose to drive. The weather was so crummy that we feared
Sarah would get lost in a drift.
We
finally arrived, but there was no parking. Mark dropped
us off and I took the girls inside. It was packed. It
was hot. I predicted that my temper was going to flare
up at the smallest provocation. I took a deep breath
and we waded into the crowd. The first thing we encountered
were 4 ft replicas of merry-go-round horses. Handpainted
and precariously perched on gold-painted poles, this
was the first thing both girls gravitated toward with
outstretched arms…. ready to hug. Gadzooks, I was
not in the mood for mummy patrol.
There
was no place to put our coats. I was wearing my bulky
green winter coat (see previous
rant about my hatred of said coat) and immediately
began to overheat. I stripped the girls of their winter
wear and stuffed their hats, scarves and mitts into
their sleeves. If something got lost here we'd never
see it again. Mark caught up to us a few minutes later,
his face red and his glasses fogged up from the transition
from cold to hot.
The
narrow school hallways were lined with tables. On one
side of the foyer there was a small concert, and on
the other there were a bunch of tables and chairs. Further
down the fall there was a coat rack, but it was piled
with so many coats that it looked like it was on the
verge of collapse. This solitary coat rack was clearly
the victim of a winter-wear avalanche. We were stuck
with ours. (Question for the organizers: why not
get more coat racks, and open up a separate classroom,
just for coats?)
Anyway,
Mark sensed my frustration and held my coat for me.
I was left with my purse as well as the girls coats.
We waded through the crowds, hardly stopping to see
anything along the way.
There
was a room set aside for kids. The intention was that
kids could go here and buy their parents a Christmas
gift. A lot of the stuff in here was pretty junky (i.e.
old coasters and other knick knacks) but the everyone
found a couple of toys to bring home, including Mark
(who bought a Mr. Waternoose toy from Monster's Inc.)
and I bought a cool jingle
bell in the shape of a rabbit's head for a mere
5 cents, and a handful of wee Christmas ornaments.
Sweaty
and exhausted from prying things out of Sarah's hands,
we made our purchases and left. I look forward to the
day when I can actually stop
and look at something myself, without having the bottom
of my sweater tugged, and without having to watch and
make sure someone doesn't break/pilfer/eat something
off a craft table.
<sigh>
Have
a good weekend everyone. I'll be back Monday with a
weekend story to tell. It is sure to be a doozy. :)
and look at something myself, without having the bottom
of my sweater tugged, and without having to watch and
make sure someone doesn't break/pilfer/eat something
off a craft table.
