How to Throw a Willy Wonka Party
Man, I’m proud of this photo. Which is why I have made it super ginormous. LOOK! at the colour of the sky! LOOK! at the way the purple and orange balloons dance in the gentle breeze! LOOK! at how green and soft the lawn looks! LOOK! at the subtle little touches of Wonka!
LOOK AT IT!
Right, if you’ve looked hard enough and been slack jawed in amazement *threatens* then I will continue.
For Oliver’s 9th birthday
I we decided on a Willy Wonka theme. Hey, the kids are going to be mainlining sugar for 2 hours anyway, why not be up front about that?
I think this was one of my more successful attempts at building memories *bokes up ring* but whenever I ask the kids which their favourite party ever has been they say “The last one” so..*shrugs* (INGRATES!)
Lets start with the invites. I wanted to give each child a Wonka chocolate bar with a golden ticket inside. The golden ticket would be the invitation. How popular I was with the parents’ of the invitees is debatable (bearing in mind that a few christmases before I had held a christmas party and given chocolate filled advent calendars out as invites. Still let’s gloss over that point) as the chocolate bars I ordered from the internet were pretty big. I got some shiny gold paper and formulated my words:
Greetings to you, the lucky finder of this golden ticket! You are invited to Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory to celebrate Oliver’s 9th Birthday!
Willy Wonka has temporarily moved his operations to: <insert address>
Present this ticket at <time> on <Date> for a 2 hour trip around the factory.
Please contact the factory to let us know if you are able to attend.
Customer Services Number – <Landline>
Willy Wonka’s Secretary (can accept texts) – <mobile>
<In the teeniest writing you can get to still look legible> (Please be advised that Willy Wonka, His Factory or his staff cannot be held responsible for any naughty children being turned into blueberries/sucked up pipes/turned into tiny tiny people etc)
I teased open the end of each chocolate bar and sprinkled poison inside…no. No, I didn’t, I just slipped the golden ticket inside each bar.
OK, I will hold my hands up here and admit that I spent a small fortune on the decorations for this party. Hey it was 2009, times were good. This was back when petrol didn’t make one fall to one’s knees on Esso forecourts screaming at the sky. Back when a belt full of shopping in Sainsbury’s didn’t make you blanche and drool when the total of a few pieces of meat, a loaf of bread and some fruit bleeped in your face. Back when a family of four could go out for a meal without having to first secure a small loan and/or sell their car. Back then. *sigh* Anyway, I digress.
I bought a bunch of candy canes and giant lollipops and stuck them in the ground in the garden, and hung them from trees. I attached bunting to the shed/playhouse and arranged helium filled balloons around.
By now, I was pretty much spent on the decoration front. Luckily for me I didn’t have to worry too much about arranging games as we had hired an entertainer. He arrived wearing the sort of clothes only a children’s entertainer will…although I kind of got the feeling that this man would have been wearing his red waistcoat, yellow shirt and spotty trousers out to a nightclub. If you know what I mean.
Anyway, he was great, the kids were in the shed for an hour, playing quizzes and having dancing competitions and apparently some sort of bubble frenzy engulfed them all. What is it with kids and bubbles?
So while they all went nuts in the garden and sweated themselves into small puddles of bubble liquid joy, I got on with the food.
SO, I just went for it really. I threw all my concerns about healthy choices into a great steaming stew of caramelised sugar and just provided the kids with a smorgasbord of unadulterated crap. I got the chocolate fountain out, and made a platter of marshmallows and strawberries (They’re healthy right? I mean, I know they’re about to be dunked in pure liquid chocolate – actually, it’s not pure at all is it? Vegetable oil? GROSS), crisps, pizza and the usual rubbish was supplemented with extra biscuits and cakes. I mean, just look at it (those with diabetes should look away now) :
So, after the kids were really hopping, I thought I’d better get them to run a little bit of the sugar off. One of my good friends runs exercise classes for kids, and she had brought a parachute along. So we had a half an hour of playing with it. I love this photo. It’s so colourful and we look like we’re all really enjoying ourselves…and that’s what it’s all about really…
And so onto the cake.
I found this amazing woman on the internetz who makes “cakes” made entirely of sweets. You can find her here – http://partysticks.co.uk/cakelesscakes/ (Uh, sorry but I haven’t worked out links yet)
She provided me with the most fabulous “cake” in the shape of a number 9
And the truly genius part of this sort of “cake” is that it can go into the party bags as just a bunch of sweets. YAY!
So, we sang happy birthday, and the kids went home. It really was a terrific party. And I managed not to drink any wine until the last child departed. GO ME! I was, however completely knackered.