It really hardly seems possible that dad came home from the hospital 21 years ago, sat Annie and I on either knee and announced we would have to share our Barbie Dolls with someone as we had a little sister. At the age of 9 and 6 respectively, this was about the worst way to break the news possible. But we knew we had to smile and look pleased, hiding our inner horror at the idea we had to share our toys with yet another sister. But over the years she has proven quite a valuable addition to the family. When she was 2 my dear friend Katia and I fed her an entire packet of chocolate drops and then told her she had just eaten rabbit poo! Izzy cried for about 2 hours. Katia and I nearly died laughing. What larks!
She grew up, after a few ugly duckling years that we all go through, into the most gorgeous swan. Izzy is possibly the only other person I know who is as obsessed as me with make up. When she was about 16 I taught her all the eyeshadow tricks I knew and she looked at me like I had given her the secret to eternal life. A few years ago we actually spent an entire afternoon washing our hair, styling it, doing perfect make up and taking photos of ourselves. The reason? So that if we were brutally murdered a good photograph of us would appear on the News at Ten. Very important to have your Crimewatch photo ready.
I also taught her how to pose in photographs (head tilt, drop one hip, bend one knee, hand on waist) and she has taken this knowledge and used it more than I imagined, and at current count there are over 3000 photographs of her on Facebook.
She adores our cat Coco and is potty about Sausage Dogs. I'm sure this photo will make her go weak at the knees with longing for one of these.
Tomorrow morning at the crack of sparrows, Mr Rose, Cousin LL, Annie, Mr Annie and I will be heading up to Newcastle where she is at Uni to celebrate with her for the weekend. I love a road trip and am very excited about exploring a new city.
The fact that Izzy is at Newcastle Uni speaks volumes really. The 4 of us who came first (Annie, Cousin LL , Cousin TL and I) all did what the matriarchs advised us to do and went to Uni about 1.5 hrs from our homes ('So that I can pop in with a cake on a Wednesday afternoon if I want to', they said). Izzy, however, had different ideas. In true style, she stubbornly insisted Newcastle was where she wanted to go and absolutely loves it there, hundreds of miles away from any surprise visitors. She never follows the pack. You never know quite what she is going to do next. She knows her own mind, and she sticks to what she wants. Instead of falling into the shadow of her noisy big sisters, she always chooses her own path with grace and charm.
So happy 21st Izzy! We couldn't be more proud of you.
Rose x
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