Parents are known to nag. That's almost a given.
Back then, it seemed as if everything we did - or more precisely didn't do - would be followed by an entire period of agonizing nagging from either one of our critical parents. However with growing age and maturity, I'll admit there's a perverse sense of nostalgia attached to that former highly annoying parental propensity.
Though I seriously doubt the other tenants at Netherfield would agree.
With our annual Mid-Autumn soiree coming up, there are several essential tasks to sort out from the caterers to the decorations. Contrary to what others might think, we don't exactly source out the entire social event to the party planners here - since there are sadly few on this side of the Big Puddle. Besides, the decorators here have deplorable taste and I wouldn't even trust them to style the storeroom belowstairs.
So we usually do it all on our own. Very Martha Stewart Arts and Crafts 101 with simple everydau items at hand like the ubiquitous craft paper and scissors.
Not to mention a little bit of help which is unfortunately not all that forthcoming. Years of experience have taught me - quite painfully I might add - that the tenants don't place as much importance on the event details as I do. Whether the party decorations match or if the ordered dishes are enough to cater for all our guests doesn't seem to bother them quite as much.
Yes, I'm a wildly controlling, micro-managing bitch. Something I've generally learned to live with which is why I only delegate the simplest of tasks to them.
Paul : I'll hire the caterer, set out the invitations and handle the decorations.
Paisley : Alright.
Paul : You are Felix are in charge of the chandelier. Just decorate the chandelier.
Paisley : Okay.
Felix : No problem.
Paul : Get it done before the party.
Well at least that's what they say. Exactly two days later after I've already interviewed the caterers, picked my favourite and gone through several menus, I look up and see the barren chandelier with nary a shiny bauble in sight. Perhaps a friendly reminder?
Paul : Don't forget the chandelier yeah.
Felix : Don't worry.
This of course goes on for several days as I keep myself busy with the party preparations. Two days before the party when I've spent several days going through pinterest boards and youtube videos to find DIY decor for paper flowers and lanterns - and experimenting with several intriguing choices, I walk by again and notice that there's nothing all that different about the chandelier.
Paul : It's two days more, yeah. Don't forget to do up the chandelier.
Paisley : So done. Don't worry.
Really? Is it any wonder that parents start nagging? What choice do I have with the dates coming so close?
Back then, it seemed as if everything we did - or more precisely didn't do - would be followed by an entire period of agonizing nagging from either one of our critical parents. However with growing age and maturity, I'll admit there's a perverse sense of nostalgia attached to that former highly annoying parental propensity.
Though I seriously doubt the other tenants at Netherfield would agree.
With our annual Mid-Autumn soiree coming up, there are several essential tasks to sort out from the caterers to the decorations. Contrary to what others might think, we don't exactly source out the entire social event to the party planners here - since there are sadly few on this side of the Big Puddle. Besides, the decorators here have deplorable taste and I wouldn't even trust them to style the storeroom belowstairs.
So we usually do it all on our own. Very Martha Stewart Arts and Crafts 101 with simple everydau items at hand like the ubiquitous craft paper and scissors.
Not to mention a little bit of help which is unfortunately not all that forthcoming. Years of experience have taught me - quite painfully I might add - that the tenants don't place as much importance on the event details as I do. Whether the party decorations match or if the ordered dishes are enough to cater for all our guests doesn't seem to bother them quite as much.
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| Paul : Dammit I told Felix that the tablecloth should be in a shade of olive. OLIVE! Paisley : Does it matter terribly? Paul : Hush! You already botched up the invitations! |
Yes, I'm a wildly controlling, micro-managing bitch. Something I've generally learned to live with which is why I only delegate the simplest of tasks to them.
Paul : I'll hire the caterer, set out the invitations and handle the decorations.
Paisley : Alright.
Paul : You are Felix are in charge of the chandelier. Just decorate the chandelier.
Paisley : Okay.
Felix : No problem.
Paul : Get it done before the party.
Well at least that's what they say. Exactly two days later after I've already interviewed the caterers, picked my favourite and gone through several menus, I look up and see the barren chandelier with nary a shiny bauble in sight. Perhaps a friendly reminder?
Paul : Don't forget the chandelier yeah.
Felix : Don't worry.
This of course goes on for several days as I keep myself busy with the party preparations. Two days before the party when I've spent several days going through pinterest boards and youtube videos to find DIY decor for paper flowers and lanterns - and experimenting with several intriguing choices, I walk by again and notice that there's nothing all that different about the chandelier.
Paul : It's two days more, yeah. Don't forget to do up the chandelier.
Paisley : So done. Don't worry.
Really? Is it any wonder that parents start nagging? What choice do I have with the dates coming so close?
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