Look what arrived in the post today, addressed (rather illogically) to hubby dearest. I sneakily opened the jolly red envelope (wouldn’t you have done the same, girls, wouldn’t you?) and lo and behold.
A coveted invite to the World’s Largest Kitty Party.
Just think of it – The World’s Largest Kitty Party…
Oh, yes, sorry. Silly me. For those of you who are not familiar with the term, let me give you the Wikipedia definition of a kitty party (and the definition is, in itself, pretty classic) :
“A Kitty Party in India and Pakistan is a party usually organized by women. It is usually held at a specified time each month, by a specific group of women. Every member of the group has to host a party at least once. The hosting member organises food and other logistics, and the party is usually a gossiping place for women.”
Yaay. An invite to what, therefore, may well be the world’s largest gossiping place for women.
You do see why I am tempted, nah?
Here’s the programme, and jolly fab it looks to :
The First time ever Hand-Knit Winter Wear Fashion Show sounds pretty amazing. As does the idea of a quick jig with an RJ.
But what is sorely tempting me is this. The list of titles to be won :
Since “chatpat” means tasty, you can only imagine what Ms Chatar Patar means…
I am a tad puzzled by Ms Chup Chap, since “chup chap” means silent, silently, so how on earth will that Miss be judged?
However, to be fair, the invitation was sent to my husband, so perhaps I should send him along.