Four Generations, One Kitchen Table & A Tub of Slime

A personal story from Paris, Founder of Slime Soirée

When I think about where Slime Soirée really began, I don’t immediately think about the parties, the luxury boxes, the gold crowns or even the business. I think about my kitchen table.

I think about being a little girl, sitting there with my mum, surrounded by slime ingredients, colours and glitter. I think about us stretching slime between our hands and laughing together.

And sometimes, I think about something even more special. Four generations of women from my family sitting around the same kitchen table, playing with slime together.

• My great-grandmother.
• My grandmother.
• My mum.
• And me.

Looking back now, those are some of the memories that make Slime Soirée mean so much more to me than simply slime.

Slime was something Mum and I did together

When I started making slime as a young girl back in 2017, my mum was there supporting me. What started as something I personally loved quickly became something we could enjoy together.

We would make slime. Stretch it. Experiment with different ingredients. Choose colours. Pour in glitter. Package everything. And, of course, compare our creations to see whose slime was the stretchiest.

As a little girl, I thought it was the most exciting thing in the world. But now that I’m 18, I can look back at those moments differently.

I realise that while we thought we were simply making slime, we were also spending time together. We were talking. Laughing. Creating. Experimenting. And building memories.

Slime became something Mum and I shared. And all these years later, it still connects us.

Then slime became something four generations could enjoy

Some of my favourite memories involve my grandmother and great-grandmother joining us. Suddenly there were four generations around the table. Four women of completely different ages. And somehow, we were all entertained by the same tub of slime.

There was no age requirement. Nobody needed to be particularly artistic. Nobody needed to know exactly what they were doing. We could just sit together and play.

We’d pour in glitter. Choose colours. Stretch our slime across the table. Compare textures. Laugh. And enjoy being together.

There is something quite beautiful about that when I think about it now. The same activity that entertained me as a little girl could bring my mum, grandmother and great-grandmother to the same table.

A special memory with my great-grandmother

My great-grandmother had dementia, and some of my memories of playing slime with her are particularly precious to me.

I want to be careful when I talk about this because I’m not suggesting slime is a treatment for dementia. I’m simply sharing what I observed within my own family.

For us, slime was something tactile and engaging that she could hold and interact with. She could squeeze it. Stretch it. Look at the colours. Feel the texture. Watch the glitter. And participate alongside the rest of us.

We felt that having something sensory to engage with gave her something enjoyable to focus on in those moments. And it wasn’t only calming for her. It was calming for all of us.

There was something about four generations sitting together, our hands occupied, talking and playing, that made everything else disappear for a little while. Nobody needed to achieve anything. We were simply together. And that’s what I remember.

I thought we were making slime. We were actually making memories.

As a child, I wasn’t sitting there thinking, this is going to become an important memory one day. I was thinking:

• Which glitter should I use?
• What colour should we make?
• Whose slime stretches the furthest?
• Can I add more glitter?

But that’s the funny thing about childhood memories. You often don’t realise you’re creating them while they’re happening.

Years later, a colour, texture, smell or familiar object can suddenly remind you of an experience. And for me, slime brings back those moments around our kitchen table.

The glitter. The stretching. The experimenting. My mum helping me. My grandmother joining in. My great-grandmother holding the slime in her hands. Four generations of women creating something together.

That is something I will always treasure.

This is why I believe parents should make slime with their kids

When you buy your child a slime kit, it can be tempting to open the box, set everything up and then leave them to it. My advice? Stay at the table. Better yet, get a slime kit for yourself. Make one together.

Let your child choose your colour. Ask them which glitter you should use. Let them teach you how to stretch it. Make a competition out of whose slime stretches the furthest. Laugh when yours doesn’t turn out exactly how you expected. Put the crowns on. Take photos. Be silly.

Because your child probably isn’t going to remember whether you made the most beautiful slime.

They’re going to remember that you made it with them.

Invite Grandma too

And why stop with Mum or Dad? Bring Grandma over. Bring Grandpa. Invite the aunties. Get siblings involved.

One of the things my own childhood taught me is that creativity doesn’t have an age limit. A slime kit might be designed with children in mind, but the experience of sitting around a table and creating something together can be enjoyed across generations.

Sometimes children and adults need something simple to bring everyone to the same table. For my family, slime did exactly that.

Sensory details can become part of the memory

One of the things I find fascinating about slime is how sensory the experience is.

• The feeling of stretching it between your hands.
• The sight of colours swirling together.
• The sparkle of glitter catching the light.
• The sound of crunchy slime popping.
• The smell of a chosen scent.

Then there’s the finished creation itself. Your child doesn’t simply finish the activity and walk away. They take it home.

A few days later, they can open that container again. They see the same glitter. Feel the same texture. Smell the same scent. And that slime can become a little reminder of the experience surrounding its creation.

Maybe one day they’ll open it and think: Mum and I made this together. Or, Dad chose that glitter. Or, Grandma made slime with me that day.

That’s what makes a creative keepsake so special. It’s connected to a story.

Why our luxury slime kits are about more than what’s inside the box

When I designed the Slime Soirée Luxury DIY Slime Kit, I wanted opening it to feel like an experience in itself. I didn’t want it to feel like someone had simply handed a child a few slime ingredients. I wanted the excitement to begin with the box.

The beautiful presentation. The slime ingredients. The colours. The glitter. The charms. The crown. The opportunity to personalise their creation.

All of those little details create a sense of occasion. Because when a child sees something that has been thoughtfully created for them, it can make an ordinary afternoon feel like an event.

And when a parent, grandparent or sibling joins them? That experience becomes shared.

Slime helped bring my mum and me closer

I built Slime Soirée with my mum’s support. But long before it became the business it is today, slime was simply something Mum and I enjoyed together.

It gave us something to create. Something to laugh about. Something to experiment with. And eventually, something to build together.

It’s quite amazing to think that something I started playing with as a little girl in 2017 became part of my relationship with my mum and, eventually, part of the person and business owner I’ve become today.

And that’s why I don’t see slime as just slime. For me, it is connected to family.

One day, they’ll remember the kitchen table

Childhood moves quickly. I’m living proof of that. It feels like yesterday that I was the little girl sitting at the kitchen table pouring glitter into slime with Mum. Now I’m 18 and running Slime Soirée.

And when I look back, I don’t necessarily remember every toy I owned or every present I received. But I remember moments.

• I remember the kitchen table.
• I remember Mum.
• I remember Grandma.
• I remember my great-grandmother.
• I remember four generations of women with slime stretched between our hands.
• And I remember how much fun we had.

So when I tell parents to make slime with their children, I’m not saying it simply because I sell slime kits. I’m saying it because I was that child.

I know what it feels like to look back years later and realise that a simple afternoon you spent creating something with your family became a memory you would give anything to experience again.

So buy the slime kit. Actually, buy two. Sit beside your child. Open the boxes together. Choose your colours. Pour in far too much glitter. Put your crowns on. Stretch your slime across the kitchen table. And enjoy it with them.

Because one day, they might be 18 too. And when they open that slime container, smell that familiar scent or see that glitter sparkle, maybe they’ll remember: I made this with Mum. I made this with Dad. I made this with Grandma.

And perhaps they’ll realise that the best thing inside the box was never really the slime. It was the time you spent making it together.

Paris Xanthoudakis, Founder, Slime Soirée

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