Georgie’s Birthday Sleepover Party

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It takes nerves of steel to open up the ground floor of your house to your ten year old and her friends for a free-range sleepover party.  But, I have to say, they were fabulous fun, and they had a blast.  And, everyone appeared fully intact in the morning, although slightly frayed around the edges.  Myself included.

We surrendered our lounge for the BIG event.  One end became the Sleepover Den and the other end the nail bar.  I crudely constructed an eight bed wide, pink canopy out of plumbing overflow pipe and 8m of pink fabric and for them all to sleep under.  I finished it with fairy lights and every cushion and pillow I could find in the house (who knew I had so many?).

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Opposite, was a wall of helium balloons above the sofas, which we layered with yet more cushions and matching paper honeycombs.

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Perfectly positioned in front of the big screen for back to back DVDs through the early hours…

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And our new OO BAR became the NAIL BAR…

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Face masks were prepped.  Make-up prepped..

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Party game prizes prepped…

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Party game prizes prepped…

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I made disgustingly over chocolated cake…

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Then at 5.30pm, Martin vacated to the shed, and was temporarily replaced by eight, ‘buzzing’ and ‘hyped’, nine, ten and eleven year olds.  Cue seventeen hours of back to back pampering, make-up, blindfolded make-up, the mannequin challenge, nails, hair, pizza, cake, films, gossip, giggling (much, much giggling), and good-old-fashioned girlie-ness.  No sleep.  (Well, maybe 3 hours..?)

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My final check-in was 2.30am, after which I turned the lights out and left them to it.  By morning they were still chirpy and in surprisingly high spirits.  Then it was breakfast and a final film…

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Before raking through the carnage to pack bags and wave happy, but slightly weary, farewells… And amble down to the shed to reclaim my husband… Arr, thanks so much for coming ladies.  Georgie is one lucky, newly ten year old….xx