Once upon a time, there was a little girl, who had been named Chloe Lowie by her brother and the name stuck. She managed to walk along the Brandy Pad one day in her school shoes and anorak and tell us all about her dreams for the future. (These dreams did include a household staff with a butler...and I'm not sure they have altered in the intervening years)
As she grew, she developed a great love for the most dreadful American tv shows and the most fabulous sunglasses....
She belonged to a gang of three called the Dalchoolies and I have been delighted to watch them grow, from this....
....to this...
Amazingly, time has passed and Miss Chloe Lowie has turned 18. We celebrated this momentous event which makes her an adult and the rest of us feel considerably older, with a party last night in the Old Inn at Crawfordsburn.
The party people...
And of course the birthday girl and her bff
(We'll not embarrass Paige by mentioning anything about steak or her newfound closeness to Karl.)
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| Bea sharing the secrets of her Fairy Field Journal with Karl. |
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| Bea was slightly bewildered by Thomas' non fairy action figures. |
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| Table flowers |
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| Opening presents |
Bea was of course enchanted by the cake...especially when she got her own mouse to eat.
Happy Birthday Miss Chloe Lowie. No longer a little girl, but a warm, witty bookwormy woman. We love you.
<3
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