With many, many thanks to Zoe of Razorblade of Life blog who managed to save my blog and send it to me on a Word document but I am unable to bring you the lost photos.
Since November I have been knitting a sleeveless top for Edward, have struggled with the pattern, especially with picking up stitches around the neck and armholes. It is finished, I am not happy with it but will not undo it, Edward won't mind. The pattern, Argyle slipover is by Debbie Bliss from her book "Special Knits: 22 gorgeous handknits for babies". The Argyle chevrons were missed out, never tried this and felt this wasn't the right time to learn.
Apart from the difficulties with Blogger and the business of Christmas there's another reason my blogging has been intermittent, for when I attended the Royal Brompton hospital on 31st October I was advised to attend another Pulmonary Rehabilitation course, these are held twice a week for a couple of hours, the whole course is 12 sessions, just four more to do. Of course it is more than 4 hours per week, one has to travel to the venue, park the car, be ready to start at 3pm, then travel home in the rush hour feeling utterly exhausted. Given the cold weather, when he can, Ian has been dropping me at the door, then coming back to collect me at end of play, I should be grateful, our borough has ring fenced these courses but I find the emphasis on exercise very difficult, however in the last couple of sessions I have felt a slight sense of improvement, even managed the marching on the spot for seven and a half minutes, upping the levels on the bike and treadmill last Wednesday. It does seem odd to exercise in ordinary clothes, no clinging Lycra here, my PE kit is saved for my weekly Pilates sessions.
After the exercises, which we are supposed to continue at home as apparently exercise is as important, or maybe more important than medication, we have a pep talk. This time the course is a rolling one so those joining last week had a talk about what to do after completion of the course, usual health talks about nutrition, mental health and medication do help, I didn't realize how frequently one has to replace a spacer for instance.
Finally, the saga of the missing Advent calendar continues, nothing was found when the Christmas decorations were stowed away so we live in hope as the decluttering continues. Ian donated 21 shirts to the local hospice charity shop this week, I have started a scarf clearance, well at the last count there were over 60 so a culling is needed as fashions change.
Before I write about the Christmas cake, I shall update last Saturday's blog to announce that we still haven't found the quilted Advent calendar, once we dismantle our tree, take the wreath down and pack away the lights it may appear. Also, I decided against buying a new laptop just to be able to use Blogger so this is being written on my old Toshiba, the last one worked on Ian's much newer laptop. If all else fails I can use the computers at the public library.
Now to the title of this blog. Well over a year ago I decided that it would be interesting to abandon the old style royal icing snow scene on the Christmas cake and learn to pipe, cross hatch, make flowers just as we did when I was in the sixth form at school learning these skills all through the Autumn term. Although I booked a class to work in royal icing there were not enough other students interested in this to make it viable. This year The Cake Box at Hampton had different classes, so I enrolled in Decorate your own Christmas Cake Course, the flowers, leaves and berries in sugar paste that were made in the first week found their way onto my cake here.
As I wrote words on laptop, downloaded photos on iPad will end in case anything is lost.