I get asked at least once a week how I do half the things I do. Do I have a magic time portal no one knows about? I think it’s time to let the cat out of the bag.
I heard from someone that Kate Hudson was on Oprah, giving post-baby fitness advice. When she was asked if she had any helpers she listed a Personal Motivator, whom she speaks to as soon as she wakes up every morning. This person’s job is not limited to just telling her how wonderful she is, how amazing her work is, how much she has achieved or how much potential she has. This person’s job is to get her out of bed, excited about her day. She also speak to her motivator during the midday slump and in the evening and just before bed.
I don’t have a personal motivator. But it did get the wheels churning.
So I created a “Motivation playlist” with Spotify. If you pop into my bedroom each morning, you will see me, flab-tatstically dancing myself into a pepped up frenzy for the day ahead. I dance up until my first activity of the day. If need be, I play it in the car on the way to wherever so I arrive amped up and ready to go.
It’s much cheaper.
Last week was Bobby’s birthday, and boy what a week. For the preceding 6 weeks he counted down the days with EVERYONE, getting more hyped up as the day drew nearer. He had an official wishlist of gifts, a set menu for his cake AND cupcakes for school on the actual birthday and a definite guest list of who MUST be there. As you can see, it was a breeze… Ha!
This party was planned with Military precision and was to be executed with the same. But Fate can be a fickle goddess and she certainly was not smiling down on ME.
Less that 10 minutes to go-time, with 70 guests ( just in case you missed that I said SEVENTY, 7-0 GUESTS) to feed and water, the car with all my decorations, food, drinks and all things party was anywhere else but the venue.
Not what one wants to hear when guests are streaming through the door. My head was filled with the best expletives in every language – real and fictional. My carefully applied make-up was melting into my WHITE blouse and the sweat spots under my arms are not even worth mentioning… Then I spotted a box of little red T-shirts out of the corner of my eye.
Buoyed by this saving grace, I used a few to mope the sweat off my brows, plastered the best desperate housewife smile on my rouged lips and ushered my guests over to the bouncing arena. Anywhere but our party room.
The hardest part was replying to all offers to help that “Everything is under control, perhaps later, Darling. could I interest you in a beverage…?” while my party room was still bare. But the tab at the cafe-bar was filling up, nicely. Shit.
When I saw Babycakes bound in with a big smile plastered on his face, I knew the calvary had arrived. The room was not quite what I had planned, but the show must and did go on.
I always think the best hostess ensures her guests are happy. Their happiness rests on all aspects of the event including the decor. Most people mistakingly think the more flash, intricate and flamboyant their venue decor, the more in awe the guest will be = good party. Wrong.
You can spend money, but be sure to make the comfort of your guests the priority.
For my little guests, the meal was simple tasty fare.
But as I had invited them between the hours of 11am and 2pm, I ensured their “Limo Service” were well catered to as well. An entire separate menu was not required – just upgraded contents of sandwiches and added a platter of prawns and a selection of cheeses as well as anti-pasto.
As I was hosting a large group in a venue that was still open to the public, I had T-shirts made in a very easy to spot color – red. This way any of our kids could be easily identified and if need be, aided quickly. This hopefully went a long way to putting their parents’ minds at ease.
While I had an elaborate cake, I made simple cupcakes that were distributed as the cake was cut to the children. Those who still wanted cake were served, but with less urgency as they had already had something. The adults were served the main cake, relieving any pressure to bake if I had needed t make a large one, which can always be nerve-racking for any hostess.
Don’t forget to spend at least 5 minutes with each guest, after all you did invite them, so you must have something to say. Circulate.
On leaving, each child got a personalised gift bag complete with named thank you card. This year we may have written out his cards for him, but Bobby will learn to do them himself very soon. Sometimes I think the most simple of courtesies have been lost in this Insta- digital age.
Apparently a good time was had by all. Good. That’s what a good party is all about.
Bobby declared it to be the “best birthday ever, mum!”, but he says that every year. This year though, he added “this birthday was special because I know I’m loved”. And that, girls, is truly what it’s all for.
On my playlist currently, in addition to “Titanium” by David Guetta & Sia, “Moves Like Jagger” – Maroon 5, I am being motivated by “You make me feel” by Cobra Starship & Sabi. In fact…
Dance with me… xx BB