The festive season begins and ends with my children, literally. Lil Loon celebrates his arrival into the world on the 5th of December and Lil Lassie kicks off the closing ceremony on the 8th of January. The present hunting, wrapping, card writing, cake baking, meal making, candle blowing, face stuffing procession of events continues ceaselessly. Throw a party in the mix, visiting parents-in-law, hospital trips due to The Scotsmans ill-behaved appendix and I can honestly say, I’m christmas crackered. Everything seems to have moved in a blur, like I’m looking out of an express train. Details are left to the imagination.
Every birthday needs a cake. After months and months of staring, wishing and begging for a slice of the decorated cakes that left my kitchen destined for another child’s party, my Lil Loon finally got his very own. He wanted it to be blue and asked that there be a ship. Simple really. I wanted it have that pencil drawing sort of simplicity to it but to have scale as well, representing a vast ocean of possibilities. A two tiered cake and layers of cut out fondant did the job. The family voted for my Vanilla Victoria Sponge , with plain vanilla buttercream and jam between the layers. The bottom tier is a 6″ cake and the top is 4″. Dinky. The little guy was thrilled, I mean squealing, jumping, clapping hands sort of thrilled. He’s three, is my baby. Three.
And here’s the roundup of what’s been happening in this corner of Doha, working backwards of course!
Hogmanay or New Year’s Eve, is going to be a quiet one. With The Scotsman in recovery post -op, a night of dancing and drinking isn’t quite what the doctor prescribed. We might first foot friends; a Scottish tradition of going to see close friends on the 1st of January, crossing into their threshold, usually with various gifts, symbolising different things. The first footer has to be a dark haired man for good luck. Red or fair headed folk symbolise Nordic invaders. Not a peaceful thing to see when you open the door of your wee stone cottage in an isolated part of the island!
Decorations are to come down tonight. Since it’s the build up to Lil Lassie’s celebrations, we try not to let the festivities overlap. Henceforth, it’s a flurry of pink wherever possible, even though I will be heaving while blowing up pink pearlescent balloons. But, it makes her happy and that’s the point. She is still at an age, where a pink balloon offers so much silly, easy happiness and long may that innocence continue. In the meantime, I shall be wrestling with fondant, cutters, embossers and of course, glitter. Lots and lots of glitter.
Until we talk again, I wish every one of you, every visitor to my cyber address a most happy, prosperous, blessed New Year.