The other day our library hosted a "Fancy Nancy" Party. For those of you without little girls under the age of about seven, you most likely have not met the ever charming "Fancy Nancy". She is a precocious character in a children's book series (self titled, of course) who loves all things fancy. She especially likes fuschia, anything French, and very fancy words. Unfortunately for Nancy, her family is not quite as fancy as she would like. She has many fancy adventures in her infamous three books. Now, enter our little lovie Hailey, who was introduced to Nancy a couple of years ago. Yes, my little bundle of vocabulary words fell right in step with Nancy since she herself is quite the conisseur of all things fancy. I must say, she was fancy before Nancy. Have I told you about the time Fancy Hailey asked for a grande milk? Well, for starters, she was two years old. Fast forward to the now memorable "Fancy Nancy" Party in our little town this past Thursday.
Hailey woke up in the morning so excited that she immediately put on the outfit that she had been putting together for the past week. Unfortunately, the party didn't start until 4 o'clock. With a big sigh, she changed her clothes and muddled through the day asking, only about every 4 minutes, if it was time yet. Finally, the magic hour arrived and the girls doned their fanciest fancy clothes. Along with all of their finest accessories, the girls climbed into their carriage (aka, a Saturn Outlook) as the chauffeur(aka, Mommy) held open the door. We arrived at the party where little girls of all ages were dressed to the nine's. Most noteably were their fair cousins, Eme and Sutton who ventured to the Southland for the festivities.
The party commenced with the decorating of crowns, and then the stories began to unfold.
Everyone was mesmerized, riveted, and completely taken in by Fancy Nancy, her fabulous French words, her lessons on being fancy, and her not so fabulous stumble at the ice cream parlor. The girls laughed, giggled, and shrieked with delight.
Everyone was mesmerized, riveted, and completely taken in by Fancy Nancy, her fabulous French words, her lessons on being fancy, and her not so fabulous stumble at the ice cream parlor. The girls laughed, giggled, and shrieked with delight.
The grand hour was rounded out by the serving of ice cream sundaes (with sprinkles, of course, because fancy sprinkles make ice cream taste better). However, the line at the library was much too long for our lovely ladies so the carriages whisked them across the street to our local ice cream parlor (aka, Baskin-Robbins) where bubble gum ice cream was enjoyed by all.
It was a truly fabulous way to spend and afternoon.
Ooo, la, la! We love our fancy girls!
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