Flowers and Stripes
Have I mentioned before that husband Va-vay writes verse? He wrote me a
sonnet for our wedding day, and when he read out the bit about us both
being "awake to happiness we dared not dream" as part of his speech he
brought tears not just to my already reddened eyes, but also those of
many other female guests. The following lines, Flowers and Stripes, are
jokier than the wedding poem and were inspired by the arrival of our
first daughter, Beanie. The background to the poem is that what with
Va-vay being a bloke and everything, he initially found female
clothing, especially female clothing for the under-ones, something of a
mystery. I found myself giving him some advice and tips for those days
when it was him getting Beanie ready, after we had some rather odd
combinations of stripey trousers and flowered tops. Of course, if we'd
had a 'boy baby' the tables would have been turned, since I have no
brothers and went to an all-girls school. Even twenty years later I'm
still no great shakes on the nuances of male dress, but as reproductive
chance turned out, it was darling Va-vay who had to put up with
lectures from me on what constituted stylish dress for the girl babies
of 2006. Trinny and Susannah - remember them? - were popular at the
time, and it appears from Va-vay's verses that I might have followed
their bossy, stern ways too closely when I was advising him against
mixing flowery items with stripey ones.
Flowers and Stripes
"No, no, no" said the little Beanie Boo.
"You must never dress me up in flowers and stripes.
You can dress me up in pink,
You can dress me up in blue,
You can take me to the park,
You can take me to the zoo,
You can put me in a rocket
And send me to the moon.
But....
Never, never, never," said the little Beanie Boo.
"You must never dress me up in flowers and stripes!"
Posted
02 June 2009 13:40