Monday 28 October 2013

Check My Draws

Derelict! Imagine a drunk, imagine a building in disrepair and then imagine my sons chest of draws. For the longest time his bedroom has looked like some kind of squat and key to this, apart from his ever expanding collection of limbless super heroes and rarely made bed, were his draws.

Anyone who has ever had to decorate on a budget may too have been tempted by a set of cheap pine draws, ( with metal runners, the devils work) only to have realised the old adage, buy cheap buy twice.

Having dispatched two such sets of draws to the furniture graveyard necessity informed this creation .



All that was needed was a truly undesirable set of draws, at a knock down price, £20 with delivery in this case. Some snazy wrapping paper from Waterstones, ( I have since sourced matching fabric ) some sandpaper, elbow grease and PVA glue. Decoupage and voila!

To decoupage you must create a clean surface to which your paper will adhere. So sand with medium grade sandpaper and wipe down. Allow time for it to dry, apply the glue to the surface of the object being decoupaged, then the paper and over it and apply another layer of glue. For a durable finish add a clear varnish once dry.

Note that the draws do not sit on one another. That kind of arrangement, when over stuffed with kiddie things and regularly left hanging, or slammed closed, falls in on itself like a stack of cards and we're back to squatsville storage


Separated At Birth



Imagine the scenario, a posh white woman, of around forty, a goofy version of Liz Taylor, introduces a mixed race child as her daughter. Is she hers might be a reasonable response in 1970s Britain, but in 2013? Well after all the kiddie trafficking stories in the news recently I was reminded of the way people used to respond to me and my mother when she introduced me as her daughter.

We lived in what was then a small, mainly white and very conservative town and the response was always the same; jaws dropped and a look of confusion was quickly replaced with a look of disapproval. Everyone involved shifted about uncomfortably. My mum would insist that I was indeed her child, but as the flush of quiet rage left her cheeks all that remained was a sadness.

I wonder how important looking like each other is? I was told when pregnant with my first child that mother nature makes sure your first born looks like it's father to make sure they stick around. I'm sure there's many a single mum who can testify to that being a crock. That said I suppose if you asked the parents of the child removed from them for having the wrong coloured eyes, it's very important.

                                                       
      Praise be a mini me!?!



Saturday 26 October 2013

My First Princess Cake



For the cake

20cm diameter cake tin and pyrex bowl
grease proof paper

20ml (4 teaspoons) oil
240g (8.46 ounces) margarine or butter
3 cups or 660g (23.28 ounces) sugar
4  1/2 cups or 740g (26.10 ounces) plain flour
7 teaspoons baking powder
2 tsp salt
2 1/2 cups or 624ml milk
2 tablespoon vanilla essence
6 large eggs (59g (2.08 ounces) each)
For the butter creamand decoration
1/2 cup or 120g (4.23 ounces) butter 
2  1/2 cups or 330g (11.64 ounces) icing sugar
1-4 tablespoons of milk or cream
White / Pink ready to roll icing ( Sainsbury's ) 
Go to this You Tube link to find out how to construct