With the geographical move of The Homestead came some deep thinking and noisy debate over all manner of subjects; Change breeds opportunity and all that. One proposal that met no opposition and spurred no noisy debate was the idea to prioritise experiences over the million and one things that beg to have dollars spent on them when you move abode. New curtains can wait! We’ll look past those blue walls! The minimalist benchtop does the job for now!
Somehow, “experience” has equated to visits to the theatre of late.
The first was to witness our family songbird, Ms Dee, tread the boards of our flashy Isaac Theatre Royal – as Cosette in Les Miserables, no less!
Homestead representatives, The Goat Herd and Milk Maid, dusted off their good frocks, donned the going-out shoes – hell, even lipstick was even applied which, those who know us will testify, proclaims this a very big deal indeed. And while we may be one of the few households in the developed world who’d had no previous exposure to this famous telling of Victor Hugo’s novel (save playing the music in various bands over the years), we left the theatre with pride-bursting hearts and hands pink from hearty applause. Bravo!
The surroundings were a little less salubrious and the show a tad less cerebral for our second trip to the theatre, but the Riccarton Player’s production of a Farm Girl favourite, Annie, made for another great night out and much raucous singing on the journey home.
Tomorra! tomorra!, I love ya, tomorra… What’s not to love about rags-to-riches stories.
Our theatrical trifecta was completed with a visit to our favourite Christchurch playhouse (don’t let them know I called them that, it’s just I have terribly overused the word theatre in this post and it’s getting late), The Court Theatre, which is small, intimate, and comfortable. Every seats a good one and it doesn’t matter how tall the person is in front of you; an huge positive for those vertically challenged but very vocal Homesteaders. The production?
I wonder if all families have coming-of-age traditions? Somehow Jesus Christ Superstar, the movie, has become something that gets dusted off and shared with each child as they reach the age of ten-ish (as the movie, The Breakfast Club, does around the age of thirteen). The Farmer, in particular, was fixated by it: the rock opera format, the rockin’ music, the very cool lyrics (getting the word omnipresent into a song!), and of course Judas’ wonderful fringed shirt. There was no way we could not attend a live performance…so we did.
While it’s not nice to play favourites (especially when family is involved), of our three very diverse theatre outings, this one was the Homestead pick.
My intention was to complete this post with photographic evidence that, for the right occasion, we Homesteaders can spruce ourselves up mighty fine. Unfortunately, and sadly very par for the course, we all got so caught up in the act of living we forgot to get the camera out.
The decree did go out that this was to be a fancy outing. The good frocks got another airing as did the going-out shoes, The Farmer donned is fancy Rarotonga-bought shirt, The Bean Counter wore his job interview/wedding/funeral trousers, and the lipstick was once again applied. We ask that you let your imagination paint the picture and we promise we’ll try to be more onto it in 2019.
It’s just doing the stuff is way more fun than gathering the proof.