I thought this would happen eventually – maybe in about 10 years time, and I expected it to be the other way round too, but it turns out that I am raiding my daughters cupboards for the following necessities.
Colouring books and felt pens
I do love to colour, I find it very therapeutic and it helps me to connect with my own inner child as well as satisfy some of my creative urges. I have some beautiful colouring books with really detailed pictures but the trouble is they are almost too beautiful and I can’t always enjoy the process as I am getting to caught up in creating perfection, or a finished piece of art. And I have my ‘special’ colouring pencils – the ones which come in a tin, the watercolour crayons for artists.
Then there are my daughters colouring books, all thick outlines and basic designs – these remind me of the books I had as a child – cartoon people and animals printed on rough off-white paper. She has bright bold markers which cover the paper quickly and bleed through to the other side, onto the next picture (unlike my books with one highly detailed image to each pristine white page) and because the pictures are on every page we can colour next to each other, or swap and do a bit of each others picture. Children’s colouring books are much more fun, I can allow my self to relax and experiment freely, colour outside the lines and don’t worry about artistic merit, or continuity, or realism. And because they are quick to complete I am more likely to actually finish the picture, unlike my books where the images require finesse and attention to detail, which bores me after a while.
And the finished pictures are vibrant and fun, quirky and joyful. They are much more expressive than my stilted attempts in my grown up colouring books. So in my quiet moment I find myself more often colouring a rainbow donkey or a juggling clown than a 1920’s Harper’s Bazar fashion advert.
Alongside the collections of pebbles, sticks, feathers and shells, P has an impressive assortment of bags, wallets and purses.
My sturdy khaki hemp satchel finally gave out and rather than buy a brand new replacement I was waiting for the perfect charity shop bargain. In the meantime I needed something big enough to carry all my necessities and so that’s how I ended up with Miss P’s bright purple bag with the glittery hearts design slung over my shoulder for about two months. It was useful – but not really ‘me’.
Having said that I do borrow her Merida rucksack on a regular basis – apart from the practicalities I feel cool and hip (is it hip to say hip?) and dare I say youthful, sporting her ‘girl power’ backpack, (even if it is a bit pink)
Ok so I swore that my child would never ever wear any kind of cosmetics until she was into her teens, it just was not going to happen. I only own a mascara and eyeliner pencil which sit in the bottom of the bathroom cabinet, and come out twice a year maybe, so I though I was being a pretty good role model – turns out I’m not the only role model in P’s life.
So how did it just happen that she is steadily accumulating a whole make up kit? Well, there are the lipglosses which came with a magazine (The one she chose just for the freebies). The eyeshadow which came with the hairdressing head (I had no idea). The hair mascara the lady in the toy shop gave her (I had no say). And the nail polish which I bought (I have no excuse). She chose a black cherry base and holographic glitter topcoat.
I have not used nail polish for about 20 years – until now. It looks so shiny and sparkly, how could I resist?
Fancy dress costume
A fairy dress for a 5 year old – I’m not quite sure why I even tried to get into it – desperation perhaps? But that and the plastic tiara, wand and a cloak and I was ready to paint the town purple!
The kind that used to come free with the bubblegum when I was a kid. Wet flannel and count to 10. No excuse needed!