The real definition of Prudence is: leaving the room when your husband is trying to learn to tie a turban and has only one day to master it. It is also a good idea to leave the room at the first sign of ‘the sighing’ which is then quickly followed by ‘the grumbling’…
Back in front of my computer now, I am still trying to avoid his querying eye. Last time I tried to give him advice on costuming, it was followed by glares and episodes of long, awkward silence. I have learnt my lesson; I sit and try to look very, very busy (writing is a good excuse). I do not look in his direction. I do not offer advice and I make lots of cups of tea.
My own trials today involved hot gluing long stuffed material tendrils into a small confined space. I have several new minor burns to attest to the task. All will be revealed later. As usual the costume is being kept a (semi-)secret; it spoils the fun and the ‘ooh-ahhh’ factor on the night of the ball, if everyone has seen the costume before hand.
It must also be noted that my husband’s definition of Prudence is: leaving the room when your wife is trying to hot glue long stuffed material tendrils into a small confined space. It is also a good idea to leave the room at the first sign of ‘the sighing’ which is then quickly followed by ‘the grumbling’…