I GUESS now I have my own column, I’ll have to get used to being recognised down the street.
So when I was approached by a father of three at swimming lessons the other week who told me “you’re famous in my house”, I figured “Here we go. Yes, you’re right, I’m Mama Mayhem”.
“You’re Ivy right?” he asked.
I was about to get my pen out to sign an autograph for him, when he said: “We watch you on television nearly every night”.
Um, hang on a minute.
Well, it turns out they loved my moves in The Ol’ Bamboo — a song and dance number I did in Echuca-Moama Theatre Company’s production of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang last year.
“I couldn’t tell you who else was in it but we loved watching you,” the man said.
Well, my head just expanded a little bit.
I must say, that dance brings back some good, and a few embarrassing, memories.
An extremely high-intensity routine involving throwing and twirling bamboo sticks while singing had me almost falling into the crowd due to lack of oxygen in my lungs.
All the while wearing the most God-awful Oompa Loompa pants you’ve ever seen.
You think that’s bad?
I lost my shoe. Twice.
Yes, I’m pretty good at wardrobe malfunctions.
In this year’s production of Anything Goes, the strap on my slinky little blue number decided to break 20 seconds before I had to go on.
So, most of the front section at the Paramount enjoyed a free sneak peek of my goods.
But, like a true actress, I took it on the chin and kept on dancing.
The show must go on.
When I was a teenager, during my dance school’s concert, we were doing a group routine to Joe Cocker’s classic You Can Leave Your Hat On when … you guessed it.
On cue, my hat flew off.
My dance teacher always drilled into us, if you make a mistake or something goes wrong on stage, keep going, because more than likely the audience will never know.
I’m pretty sure the audience knew my hat falling off was not part of the show, but I didn’t flinch.
I kept on smiling and dancing like nothing had happened.
The same can be said for life.
Shit happens, but you just have to keep going.
Like the other day, Maya decided to draw in permanent marker on the kitchen wall of my RENTED home because she needed to see if she had grown in two days.
Rather than screaming down the house, I took a large mouthful of Mummy’s maroon medicine before calmly explaining to her that I now have to pay for that out of my bond money or paint over it.
To which she replied “I’ll paint it Mummy”.
“Thanks darling. But no thanks, you’ve already helped Mummy enough.”
And when Ayla thought it would be a good idea to cut Maya’s hair, which took four years to grow long enough to identify her as a girl.
Yes, a piece of my heart may have been shattered and I may have cried, but I did it under the privacy of my doona with the door locked.
Oh stuff it, who am I kidding? I lost it.
But that was about two years ago and I’d like to think I’ve learnt from that.
Bad stuff happens. Sometimes more than we’d like.
But the show must go on.