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Cake

Burnt into the retina of my mind’s eye today is the beauty of nearly emerged liquid green leaves against a grey looming rain cloud. The trees seemed to glow. It made me think of faerie glamour. I tried to capture it with my feeble camera but…

I had a brilliant morning in the park with some friends and my lovely pickles,

Steve brought home a box of cakes for my new stand, we all scramble to put them on, the strawberry whoopie pies barely make it past Idas eager hands.

We feel like the teacup at the top looks sad when it’s empty, a packet of mini party rings comes to the rescue.

It’ s hard to put into words how happy my cakestand makes me. I’m a total sucker for retro china and am unable to leave a pretty teacup on its own on a charity bric-a-brac shelf much to Steve’s annoyance. I also have a fatal weakness for cake stands. I had a blue glass one that was my Granny’s but it met with Zeph and a fatal accident last summer. I’m usually incredibly laid back about china smashage, after all it’s almost always my hands it’s slipped from but I genuinely shed tears over that one. So I am hugely satisfied with my gift. Granny would have loved it. Well actually she wouldn’t have as she was a magpie for new and shiny and modern but she’d have been glad I liked it.

cake

 

I think families are pretty amazing. Infuriating, suffocating, unreasonable sometimes traumatic and damaging but then sometimes – just amazing. Had a really happy family day today and am reminded to count my blessings. (and the silver teaspoons once they’re gone…only joking guys)

(What do you mean Asda teaspoons, 38p for 4, aren’t sterling silver?)

My daughter has had another wonderful, centre-of-attention, lots of chocolate kind of day and has gone to sleep troubled only by the thought there may be a dinosaur under the cot. I wish that was the extent of my night time worrying.

Owl-tastic

and this is what happens when you turn your back…

Birthday girl

I’m officially wiped out – disco really takes it out of you.. about to have a piece of the cake with a cup of tea… mmmm

I am feeling really happy. Normally I find children’s parties unbearably exhausting for a variety of complicated v. poor mental health reasons but this one was all friends and their children and hence – just lovely and laid back. Well actually quite loud and chaotic but in a non stressful way. I am a bit jittery after having to judge some games like musical statues…it’s their little hopeful faces – how can you declare anyone out? I always end up rewarding everyone which infuriates them because, lets face it , kids are savages – competitive ones.

I plan to renew sewing tomorrow with a vengeance – I will finish Idas dress. I’ve made plans with some of my friends tonight to make clothes for the kids together. We have an informal sewing group with the kids after school on  tuesdays and we’re going to do some clothes next – Zeph wants me to make him a waistcoat and I’ve had a lovely pinafore pattern in Ida’s size since she was born. Feel optimistic – nothing like doing a new thing with someone else to make you actually do it – and complete it.

That’s it – can write no more – the call of the cake is too strong!