Today, Mia Freedman has a confession.
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This week, it all came to a head in one of those posh homewares stores.
Those ones I rarely go into because I’m scared I will break something or buy everything.
But desperate times call for desperate actions.
And we were having a dinner party for 10 people last Saturday night and it was 4pm and we didn’t have enough utensils or placemats.
We also didn’t have napkins because we are chuck-a-roll-of-paper-towels-
I am also a person who has been known to wipe her hands discretely in her hair if nothing else is available.
My kids won’t need therapy at all.
It’s probably no coincidence that my eldest child is a Virgo and has always abhorred mess. “Away! Away!” he used to shriek while sitting in his highchair and gesturing despairingly at the detritus of his meal smeared on the tray table in front of him.
Then I would just lean forward and mop it up with my ponytail.
So there we are, my husband and I, in the fancy pants homewares store debating what we needed to buy for our dinner party. Besides, you know, food.
Read more: MIA: 9 things feminism doesn’t do.
And that’s where it happened. The Mexican standoff between my husband and I over…..napkin rings.