I made a batch of chocolate sponge and divided it between one 8″ tin, one 5″ tin and two cupcake cases. When they were cooked, I cut a Euro coin-sized hole in the centre of each cake. I stuck them all on top of each other with gooseberry jam. I then wrapped Cinderella’s legs in cling-film and stuck her in. It took every ounce of my creative ability turn a packet of roll-out icing into a skirt. There are lots of gorgeous examples on Pinterest. They are all WAY beyond my capabilities so I just made it up as I went along.
The gorgeous bustle was not in the plan. I made a hames of the back on my first attempt and had to cover up the mess somehow. Both Small Girl and I were satisfied with the result.
Teenage, Middle and Small Girl spent four messy hours making these Cinderella-themed cookies. Their favourite was Humphrey the pony. Can you spot him? His mane was made from left-over chocolate sponge. They laughed lots and the cookies were (surprisingly!) delicious.
Small girl was given a set of markers so that she can be like Brigid from Purple, Yellow, Green (by Robert Munsch). It is one of my absolute favourite stories. Mind you, I did not buy super-indelible-never-come-off-until-you-are-dead-and-maybe-even-later markers. I bought the ones with a great big WASHABLE label on them.
We spent today making new clothes for Jolina (Middle Girl’s doll) and Elizabeth out of Small Girl’s baby dresses. It’s really not easy; my brain is fried from trying to figure these out! I need to search for patterns, does anyone out there have any tips?
I spent the entire day at the kitchen table. All four of my children came and went in turns. They stayed a while to help with the dress-making and drifted away again to walk the dog or tune a ukelele or make mint tea. Finally, they all sat down to draw silly pictures with the new markers. They helped Small Girl write her name and taught her how to draw scary monsters. They have, finally, found the summer holiday rhythm. They have remembered how to play. When Teenage Son and Daughter were little, every day was like today. Now, these days are a special treat and, every time it happens, I wonder if it’s the last. These are the days that give my life meaning and I’m not at all sure what I will do without them.