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Thanks a minion!

My life's not all posh frocks and fascinators you know.
It's the Aussie Party season and they're coming thick and fast...


Crazy Poodle licks his lips still from all the treats following his photoshoot below!
Last Friday was our Volunteer party with a theme of Superheros and Villains.
With over one thousand volunteers, it was always going to be quite some do.
As it was, quite some 'to-do,' to work out what on earth to wear!


I decided to go as Wonder Woman until I was politely reminded that  
volunteers are the superheros, staff were supposed to be the villains... Oops!

Bit disappointed not, about missing out on all that lycra!


What on earth to wear - Footscray street art from our building.
Luckily, we have an amazing staff team, resourcefulness is what we do best.
One of our team values is humour, fun and celebration
and this came to the fore last weekend - BIG time.
We're going as the loveable villains Minions from Despicable Me, help!

We have a kaleidoscope of multicultural hidden 
pasts and talents amongst our wee group of staff. 
These are constantly uncovered to inspire at times of need. 
Who'd have thought one of us used to be a costume designer? 
Massive hug for that previous life and the fact that K-Mart have Minion googles!



So a sewing machine arrives and we are transformed into Minions.
Cute Minion yellow hats are made, amidst much talk of Banannnnnas!
Wot a laugh, love being part of the team in this way.

Thanks a Minion, love you Guys!

PS : I'm not sure our Crazy Poodle minion quite got into the spirit,
although he will do ANYTHING for a Kangaroo treat! 
Thanks to Beverley at How Sweet The Sound 
for featuring the Crazy Poodle's Melbourne Cup outfit 
as the one that caught her eye this week!

Linking with Blue Monday and Our World Tuesday
Thanks Sally and all the hosts at OWT.

And a special shout out to Jenny at 
I'm happy to join in the fun!









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