The Iron Lady Cracked

On Saturday we were invited to a young person's party in Ocean Beach, San Francisco. By "young" I mean that some persons were under the age of 45. It was a disco party with a DJ arriving at 10pm. No way would we last until the dancing, but I tried for a Studio 54 look anyway. Or rather, Someone's Mum at Studio 54.  My pink floppy bow shirt, arrquaar high-waisted trou and faux fur jacket.

Me and domestic and disco goddess, Chaz, trying on her fascinators

Did I hear someone call out: "Oooh, the Iron Lady-on-Crack!" Is that better or worse than the "June-Cleaver-on-Crack!" I sometimes get for my love of floppy-bow shirts and bright colours.

Our host was the fantastic Chaz who has collections of: wigs, jewelery that drapes around your head, feather earrings and fascinators. We tried on some of her fascinators. Then exhausted, us oldies settled into the comfy sofas near the dessert table and talked about cholesterol levels and various aches and pains. Periodically one of us would rise to fill our plates with some of the 100lb of ham and turkey Chaz had cooked that day. And sometimes a young 'un would approach us and talk about their art installation at Burning Man which was very nice indeed.

There is a certain amount of madness (and oldness) creeping into my life and it has bubbled to the surface lately.

1. Mad thing one: I love all these foods below: marshmallows, tinned tomato soup, tinned fruit, saltine  crackers with plastic cheese, rice pudding. Washed down with non-alcoholic beer because I'm trying not to drink so much (not that I have a problem mind you...oh-ho-no!) But all in one meal? Yes, this was Thursday dinner.

All the foodgroups for dinner tonight!

2. Mad thing two: Sat morning I booked a 9am haircut for all four kids, at the same time as their piano lesson. (To add to the fun, one child was at a birthday sleepover and another had basketball.) Instead of canceling anything, I drove maniacally back and forth between our house and the hairdresser for three hours.

Haircut kids arrive home

3. Mad thing three: I was devastated to hear that my bum shot was not one of the three holiday pics selected to screen on Jumbotron in Times Square over the holidays. But what was I thinking? Below is one of the winning shots...It's my friend Lesley and her fam. Lesley made the costumes herself. Say. No. More.

Need to look a little more festive, peeps....

My Jumbotron friend took pity on me, apparently my bum may be re-considered in an "Awkward Photo" campaign.

Pondering my weekend I mused: "Am I going mad? Madder-than-a-meat-axe kind of mad?"
Friend said: "Jody, don't you see? You're not mad. It just that you're nearly 50 - you're started to go through... um, menopause."

Oh, so not mad then.... Just menopause....Menooopa-uas-sa!-sa!-sagagh!