Easter Bonnet Making. The Dream V The Reality

Oh f*ck. It's that time of year. Worse than 'World Book Day'. It's the annual 'Easter Crap Hat Parade'. You can't buy these. You can't fob off your kids with a Disney Princess outfit you brought last minute in Asda. In your head, around Good Friday last year, you made a vow that this year would be different. This year you weren't going to be caught short. This year your little one was going to rock an Easter hat so hard people would applaud, weep even. Jesus would be high fiving the angels in heaven whilst God shouts "Hell Yeah!". And as per? You have f*cked it up massively. So here are the dreams you so long for and the tragic reality of...Easter Bonnet Making.

Preparations 
Dream: After World Book day you instantly created a Pinterest board entitled 'Ambitious Easter Hats'. You spent hours deciding if you were going to go down a religious route or focus on producing delicate and beautiful shabby chic bunny ears. 

Reality: After 'World Book Day' you recuperate (#gin) and promptly forget all about the impending day. Until you get a text from school stating 'Don't forget Easter Bonnets and the parade on Friday'. Sh*t! Your daughter still hasn't forgiven you for not remembering there was a face painting for £1 at Comic Relief day and she was the only child that never got to do it. You run home, search the fancy dress box for last years hat. See it's clearly died and unlike Jesus can't be resurrected. You weep and Google 'easiest Easter hats ever known to man'. Look at the pictures. And weep again. 

"Lol Mum what is this sh*t?"

Materials

Dream: Your house already contains various bits and bobs. Cath Kidston swatches and the like. Your Mum has knitted teeny tiny chicks and of course you remembered to hold on to last years hat so can easily reuse it! Result. 

Reality: You run to Poundland the afternoon before the parade. Raid their shelves. Sweating profusely. Chucking in three packs of mini eggs for your efforts. If only Poundland did gin.

Child Input

Dream: Ah the joy of working with your small children. They sit patiently. Never touch the super glue and offer some really good input. Marvelling at your genius. Exclaiming it is the best hat they have ever seen whilst you discuss if Jesus really existed.

Reality: STOP PUTTING F*CKING SUPERGLUE ON THE DOG!!!!! 

Final Product

Dream: Yes! I have done better than last year! Ordering those little lambs from America was inspired! You put a photo on Instagram and get 100 likes within five minutes. You still have a week to go to the big event so you pop it on a top shelf to be a festive display for a few days. So you can show it off to your family. And everyone can gasp at your creative flare.

Reality: 

SUPERGLUE SEEPS THROUGH THE HAT AND YOU CAN'T MOVE YOUR FINGERS AND THE FRICKIN CHICKS WON'T STICK ON AND SOME D*CK HAS POSTED A PHOTO OF AN AMAZING ONE ON INSTAGRAM AND YOUR'S IS SH*T. Sob.

Googly eyes...it's what Jesus would have wanted

Parade Time! 

Dream: Your child manages to keep the hat on on the long walk to school due to the ribbon you cleverly tied on it. They walk into the playground and everyone turns to stare at the masterpiece whispering "gosh now where did she get those tiny sheep?". Of course you win. And everyone is happy.

Reality: You are of course late to school. You run. Your child insists on wearing the hat. It flies off and with it goes five cheap chicks and two bows. Luckily you remembered the super glue. Unluckily you didn't put the lid on and it's now stuck to the inside of your pocket. You try not to scream at your child "STOP PULLING THE EGGS OFF" as you're supposed to being holy or summat. You are ashamed by your efforts...and then???...

...some poor sod walks in in just a highly unreligious Spiderman baseball cap on and you mentally fist punch the air. Congratulating yourself for making an effort. You are Super Mum!