On my walk yesterday I found mammoth fronds of dates which are going to be my Christmas decorations this year. I need the car to collect them so photos will be late, but I am thrilled with the colours, bright yellow and vermillion against soft olive green – perfect
“Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen pounds nineteen and six, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pounds ought and six, result misery.”
Mr Micawber got something right even if he didn’t manage to practice what he preached. I prefer his wife Emma, with her repeated protestation, “I will never desert Mr. Micawber!” which of course leads us to suppose the temptation was there…
I have the very best Christmas cake recipe ever, which is sad because no-one I know wants Christmas cake any more – or Christmas pudding (although that I can understand). So here it is, from Joscelyne Dimbleby’s first book, A Taste of Dreams. Note how battle-scarred the book is, on more than one page too! (the Chocolate Cake isn’t bad either).
I always use prunes in a fruit cake, to make it moist.
This morning I sat by the window warbling happily while finishing a commission for one of my favorite clients, and along the way finally mastered what I think is the best way to finish a double faux hem with double mitres – it’s all in the pressing, and a little jig I rigged on my machine. Then I completed a batch of my new, simple UK pillow slips: no flange, just a simple envelope closure to separate the men from the boys (I can’t bear pillows showing at the end). Is there a better way to end the week?