Thursday, May 17, 2012

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Posted by dulwichmum on Wed 20 June 2007

The School Uniform List for my fair-haired boy arrived just a couple of weeks ago and the shock almost prompted an anxiety attack. It seems like only yesterday that I was admiring his little chubby fingers, knees and ankles. Where has my sweet dimpled cherub disappeared to? Max just cannot wait to wear his “big boy blazer” and head off from nursery to pre-prep. I was informed by my friend Vashi that the uniform can cost four hundred pounds per tiny five year old child!

I was horrified. That is almost as much as my new Allegra Hicks kaftan. Max is far too young to appreciate such an expensive wardrobe.

I was initially at a loss with regard to how I would secure the right school uniform for my munchkin. He has neither an older sibling or cousin who can provide him with the appropriately worn and frayed clearly second hand garments. I do not wish for him to have every item brand new – it just makes us parents look like brash show offs! I so hate to feel exposed…

Vashi complained bitterly that the shorts are such poor quality; “they are machine-washable for Gods sake,” she whined. Well I should hope so too, I do not intend to dry clean my five year old boy’s school shorts!

Grandma Elizabeth (Granzilla) turned up unexpectedly in her old gold Rolls Royce last weekend and announced; “the boy shall use his blazer as a goal post in the morning and a football by the afternoon like every normal boy – new is completely out of the question.” She cruised down to the annual second hand uniform sale, authoritatively skipped the queue and purchased most of the stock! She really is a joy sometimes (not often I admit). I had heard that those second hand sales had all the dignity of a rugby scrum, and although I really wanted some second hand items for my darling, I didn’t intend to be trampled to death in the quest for them.

I so hope my son takes after his grandma (purely with regard to her ability to assert herself). Perhaps the poppet will play rugby for Wales afterall – she probably could. Little Max will look simply perfect on the first day of term, and I have saved enough money to buy myself another kaftan!

Lets pop a bottle tonight?

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