I’ve just had one of my very favourite sorts of weekends: family, kids, cake and crochet!! Caveman and I went to Scotland for my new(ish) niece’s christening so it was a busy and tiring weekend. However, in between the travelling and the cake I managed to get come crochet done in the sunshine which was a joy, as I am normally just hooking away indoors in the corner of my sofa, in front of the telly and / or laptop.
Anyway, after the church bit of the christening, which I guess IS the actual christening!) we went to the Strathaven Hotel, (Strathaven is where I grew up and some of my folks still live there) for high tea. I spent a good hour thinking, out loud much of the time, ‘now, why have I never had high tea before’. My sister insists that I have but I really can’t remember. High tea consisted of a main course (gammon steak in my case, other options included fish and chips), served with a cake stand full of little slices of tray bake cakes, scones, pancakes and bread and butter all washed down with lots of tea or coffee.
Then came the pièce de résistance! A plate groaning with homemade meringues sandwiched with fluffy soft whipped cream! My sister and I managed not to resist several of these (each!!). Be honest, could you?
I am ever curious about traditions and etiquette (particularly of ‘polite’ society) and had to look up the origins of high tea and found that the UK Tea Council describes it thus:
For the working and farming communities, afternoon tea became high tea. As the main meal of the day, high tea was a cross between the delicate afternoon meal enjoyed in the ladies’ drawing rooms and the dinner enjoyed in houses of the gentry at seven or eight in the evening. With the meats, bread and cakes served at high tea, hot tea was taken.
After all that food we crashed out in the lounge of the hotel where thankfully there were no other customers as 20 of us, including 4 excited children, would have soon scared them away. We spent the rest of the day catching up, playing with the kids and taking lots of pictures of Erin in her christening gown with various family members. I still can’t work out why she vomited on me 3 times over the weekend though! I’m not that scary!
The rest of the weekend was spent hanging out with my folks, watching some football (yes, really, I watched some of the World Cup) and getting some of my hook-a-long blanket done. In the process I competled my first full cycle of all the colours! Yee ha!!!
I read a lot of crochet and craft blogs and often people refer to it being too dark to take pictures of their works and waiting for an opportune time. I am no expert in photography so wasn’t too sure what this was all about, thinking hte flash made up for it - until I was able to take the pictures below in my sisters garden. Don’t the colours look great? Don’t I wish I had a garden and didn’t live in a flat? Yes to both!!
I have now started on the second round of each colour now and I am jolly well delighted with it; the neatness, colour order (despite all the pondering). Can you spot the little mistake? I am going to handsew two little imitation crochet stitches in to put it right.
Now I’m back in Manchester to the same old wondering, as I sometimes do, why I live so far away from the people who are most improtant to me!! Ah well, such is life!