We watched a short video
of Martha's third cousin Conor McCavana dancing in some seriously tappy shoes. Quite different to Martha's version
of tappy shoes. Hers are little plastic dress up heels we picked up
in a charity shop.
She was here yesterday
and she brought her princess dress with her. As she said, “Just in
case.”
Then there was a little
accident and Martha had to change into her skinny jeans. She was not
pleased for she hates jeans these days. Later in Lidls she moaned
under her breath. “I don't like jeans.” I said to her, “Don't
look at them. Put your head in the air and pretend they are red
velvet trousers. I'll do it too.” So there we were, striding along,
me in the cheapo supermarket jeans I've been living in for months and
I don't know about Martha, but I was imagining well-fitting red
velvet jeans and swear to God, I immediately felt better about
myself.
Written in 2013. Martha never has accidents nowadays.
2 comments:
Grannys have to use their imaginations, when they have grandkids around. It's a good thing, keeps those brain cells firing.
So agree with you Brighid. Also think that I was only practising on my daughters. I'm only getting good at it now!
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