Frustration and Christmas Chocolates

Frustration because I can't find out how to add a title to the blog I just made. Maybe it can't be done. This should be ok. The title of the last blog was meant to be "Christmas Chocolates" and I thought I'd uploaded 2 pictures - will try again.....

A brief departure from my theme - but the museum has to have refreshments: some years Christmas presents fall into categories. One year everyone gave me some version of coffee and also sharp knives.

"H'm," said Anna, "Alert and aggressive!" This year I have had an undiluted diet of good things to eat, mostly chocolate, some with a bit of marzipan or nougat thrown in for good measure, but all delicious yummy naughty lovely stuff. Today D&P are coming for Christmas dinner (they've been away) so I've put what's left on this silver cake stand. I suppose it's not really too much of a deviation, because it is the cake stand my Christening cake sat on, and if I had a scanner I'd show you a picture of me with that cake, lying on my Joseph blanket (which I still have) and with my mum's basket (you've guessed it) beside me. This is all I have time for now or my porridge will burn. Happy Christmas! We're only on Day 4 of 12 you know!

My Sixth Form Cardigan

Ah! You start typing and that's how you find out where the text is going to go... This is the cardigan my mum knitted in 1967. These pictures don't do it justice and I might have to try again with a better camera.
I thought I could take some pictures of it and then give it to the cat to sleep on, but I don't think it's going to work. I had a little fit of ruthlessness a while ago and, thinking I would never wear it again, took all the buttons off. A short while later I got sick and it was just what I needed to keep me warm and comforted, so I did wear it again and had to tie the trailing bit of edging through one of the buttonholes to keep it done up. In the pictures it's not really possible to see quite how eaten away the cardigan is by moths. The pockets on the front are more-or-less intact, strangely. My mum had liver cancer when she made me this cardy and because of how she'd knitted it while she was ill (she didn't much like knitting and didn't do a lot of it) and because it was for me, grey to go with my 6th form uniform, but intimately connected with her illness and death, it's very hard to part with. Well, it's impossible. I haven't done it yet!