Saturday, June 25, 2011


What a weekend. And not just the miserable weather. Poor Husband has driven 1,100 miles in the last 4 days and he was exhausted when he got home this afternoon.

Meanwhile I've been having fun making a birthday cake - a special request! - for an 18-year-old. I was told she liked purple, the theatre and stars so this is what I came up.
It doesn't look as good as it did in my head. I think maybe I should have left the background, behind the 'curtains', white but it was a good opportunity to sprinkle glitter everywhere. Younger Son came in at one point and said, 'I think you should stop now, mother!'I wasn't sure if they'd get enough pieces from one cake so made a half-size one as well. I think I prefer that one too.
Having safely delivered the cake I took George out to the river. Husband wanted to come but I said, 'You can't: I have to practise my words.' I'm doing a talky bit in the prison presentation tomorrow and it's based on the old Negro spiritual - but made familiar to me by Bruce Springsteen - Oh, Mary, don't you weep no more.

Having practised - and perfected - it while walking I've written it out so all I have to do now is not wake up in the middle of the night and keep rehearsing the words in my head. Somebody tell my brain to sleep.

After prison I'm off shopping but that's another story ...


katney said...

I like both cakes, but do agree that with hindsight we always think of what might have been a better way. If we don't point it out to anyone, they generally wouldn't think of it.

jams o donnell said...

I bet Emma loved those cakes. The top one is almost too good to eat.... almost!

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

I think the cakes are wonderful!

Liz said...

Thanks all.