We have been on the road to celebrate my father’s 70th birthday, in Katoomba in the Blue Mountains, north-west of Sydney.
Mr B and I organised a party for my Dad and 74 of his nearest and dearest and, despite a Fawlty Towers-esque performance from the venue we had selected, it was a lot of fun and everyone enjoyed themselves so much that three hours after our estimated “finish time,” they were still kicking on. My brother and I were the party-poopers who eventually wound things up, and I want to say it was only because we were thinking of the needs of our children, who were drooping with weariness and plummeting blood sugars, but it was most likely also because we were both designated drivers and ready for a drop or two of leftover champagne once safely home.
I sent out little boxed surprises to all Dad’s guests in lieu of invitations, and incorporated their addresses into painted pictures to make things a bit fun for them. In total, I think I sent about 55 painted boxes.
We created some other fun little surprises, both in the invitations and for the party itself, which I’ll share with you in another post.
