a little string of miracles, please...

yesterday i experienced two little miracles.

the first miracle was baking a cake that not only looked like a cake but tasted like a cake

riding high from my peachy cake baking miracle ways i turned my thoughts to a frock i had cut out several weeks back from a lovely jolly peachy coral pink fabric found on the clearance pile in a most peachy fabric store, my peachy adopted auntie took me to.

(note a lot of peachiness going on around here today, one wonders if too much peachy is a bad thing, but then again, one never knows unless one tries it, so i have gone for maximum peachiness for that last bit)

my riding high ways were rewarded with a finished frock made from my dottie angel pattern cut from a length of old wallpaper. its an odd old thing, at the time of cutting it out i was rather fearful of wearing such a jolly peachy corally colour, fearing it was too bright, but now we have hit the 80's over the past few days, it appears to be most fitting to the hot afternoons along with a pair of clippity clogs. later as i sit upon the soccer 'tryout' sidelines i will be wearing my newly handmade frock with pride, feeling secure with the knowledge the handy dandy pockets will be holding my cotton hankie and lip salve, safe and sound

so today, i have woken with the hope of a whole string of little miracles to occur over the coming 2 weeks, for the next few weeks will be some of the busiest hectic ones i have seen in the longest time. but for today and today only, i ask for one small miracle, for i am working on my 'talk' to be talked on saturday at the Girl Crush Art workshop and Tea party which i am hosting alongside of the peachy Danielle of The Jealous Curator and the fabby Andie and Emily of Assemble Shop. yes a talk no less is required from moi. i have pondered and i have prayed that today will be the day, the words will flow and when all is said and done i will look down at my little paper of blankness which stares at me this moment and a small miracle will have occurred.
where once there was blankness, there will be words of wisdom to share with fellow crushers on saturday... and little miracle number 3 will have happened

Tif
footynote: thank you kindly to all those who have written to me or left comments about my handmade dottie angel frocks, i am delighted you wish to make them too. i hope in the future to be able to offer up the pattern once i have figured out how, what, where and when :)

things to note...

note one:

Mr Sun shone down on us this weekend, we were terribly excited about the whole thing, none more so than myself, for the first really sunny day of the year marks Gladys coming out of winter hibernation and all appears right in the yard again

note two:

Doug and Ethel, mr and mrs pesky squirrel appear to have taken up residence in Our #4's pesky squirrel box he handmade last year and nailed 'willy nilly' upon the trunk of our old 'tall as a giant bean stalk' cotton tree. it would appear the digs was very much to their liking as yesterday 'Bit and Bob' made an appearance peeking out of the little hole, way way up high, out of danger, two little itty bitty baby pesky squirrels unware they are hanging by a thread so to speak. i was rather glad the binoculars my man found me in my concern of not being able to see that distance, even with my specs on, that i could not focus on that one big rusty nail that was holding a family of four pesky squirrels 'up high'. when voicing my concerns, i recieved the usual reaction of 'oh don't worry, its fine' sort of thing. i find it extraordinary my man thinks i am reassured by such words. for all i have to do is cast back my mind on other times in the past when such words of authority on the matter have been muttered and then recall what followed...

note three:

little olive turned 3 yesterday, it was cause for celebration indeedy! gosh 3, what a grand old age, she certainly has turned into quite the mature doggie of late. she chose to spend her day wisely...

sleeping,

more sleeping with a willing companion

and then a birthday portrait.

i asked her if she would smile for her portrait but she assured me now she is 3 and ever so grown up, she wished to come across a little more regal. she told me she had been studying photos of the Queen's corgis and realized they must have had some training prior to the photo sessions. little olive then went on to tell me, she has spent the past few days practising in the mirror i had so conveniently left at low level to cover up the open fireplace in my old studio. upon inspection of the birthday portrait i noted she would indeed make a fine corgi and i do believe the Queen would congratulate her on her royal pose. i told as much to little olive as i tucked her into her suitcase at the end of her big day, and i noted a small smile of contentment, as she nodded off to sleep (again)

note four:

today Our #4 turns 14.

14 years old on the 14th day. i am told this is a golden birthday and therefore warrants a lot more fuss and attention. i have taken this to mean, a birthday cake needs to be baked. usually i have my girls to rely on for such moments of crisis, but not this time, no sirree! its up to me and my pants baking ways to come up with the goods. i will not cheat and go to the nearest store for a store bought birthday cake will never ever pass as 'homemade'. so instead i will only half cheat for i have myself a packet mix!!! a red velvet cake mix that claims to be fool proof... on inspection of what extras i would have to add to the cake and icing mix to make it come to life i gasped out loud

"24 tablespoons of butter!!! 8 for the cake and 16 for the icing"

i have reread the instructions due to early morn and lack of glasses, but it is there in black print for all to read. after which i expected to see printed a disclaimer saying something along the lines of they are not held responsible for early death by making and eating this cake, but apparently they must have run out of space on the packet because it appears to be missing...

interestingly, if i had not made the cake myself (well actually i have yet to make it, but attempted to make it) i would never have known this small fact, i would have munched my way through several slices, marveling at someone else's baking abilities, laughing and a chuckling with the small talk around the birthday table as we sip our tea along with the cake. but i fear that will never be, for i am the baker of the cake today. instead i will watch silently as my lads of three inhale a red velvet birthday cake (all going well with making it and a small mircale happens) and along with it 24 tablespoons of butter, hearing myself say whilst smiling through my guilt "oh no, not for me but thank you... i am not hungry for cake at the moment"

Tif

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