Saturday, April 2, 2016

Still waiting for the cakes

We are still here on our lengthy vigil for the cakes that have yet to reach us. Meanwhile, struggling on, we make our own, wonky though they may be.




The above is a 9th birthday nest, but I should have made it in the shape of a lone frail tree, faltering in the forest.  Why?, you politely ask. It is because I sense that the dear old amateur lifestyle blogging community is losing its fizz.



No one, now, proudly shows off their low-carbohydrate courgette spaghetti. Chairs sit round, un-reupholstered. Nothing is painted a milky shade of grey. Everyone is too busy following their desk exercise regime to note that they saw a sparrow in the east this morning, and liken it to Jesus.


People have decamped to other rides in the great social media funfair, rides that are faster and shinier and where there is a promise of coins, or at least a fake watch or a small teddy.  A stern, chill wind blows across our collective refurbished verandah.

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    1. A slice to calm the TalkTalk rage?

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    2. Oi! Have you stopped comments recently, or is it just me??

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  2. You've been spying on me haven't you? Guilty as charged on the un-reupholstered chairs. Clearly I need to try harder.
    Nice cakes Mise. Can I have the Flake? :)

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    1. To be fair, Jessica, you get so much done.

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  3. Mise, Mise, had I only known. Yesterday I merely described the best birthday cake ever. If only I had lifted the phone to photograph it. I am so sorry.

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    1. Better by far the experienced moment than the depicted moment, dear Joanne.

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  4. No, I refuse to even look at all those other sites. I've been tempted to look at Instagram but have resisted. How does one get a thing done if they are on all of those sites. You need to look at the cake I posted for Easter. I bought it at the store and it was just the best ever.

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    1. I have shown my local shop your photograph, Donna, and they tell me with regret that they don't stock those cakes. I will need to plan my next step carefully.

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  5. Not all of us have decamped, love the butterfly. I love looking at other people's cakes, too fat to eat them, but I can admire them.

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    1. So long as you are here, Mac n' Janet, all is well.

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  6. Mise, on Easter afternoon, I resumed my relationship with chocolate. I bought a little cake from a patisserie. It was delicious...and yet, seeing your first photograph of the 9th birthday cake, I see a chocolate cake that completely wins my heart. It is spectacular.

    I also like the looks of those butterflies. I know what you mean about the departure of many people from blogging. No such escape for me, particularly since my recent retirement from paid employment has now granted me time to bake some cakes, begin long postponed quilting projects, fill sketchbooks and more.

    I don't mind falling behind some sort of trend. Finding my own natural pace seems to blend well with the blogging tempo.

    xo

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    1. Yes, we're all counting on you now, Frances. We held our breath till your retirement, were thrilled that you looked so happy in that final photograph, and we don't want to jostle you along but it is imperative that you give the painting, the baking and the knitting 100% now that others are lagging so feebly behind. Blogtopia rests on your elegant shoulders.

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  7. It's so sad. A blog I love has gone away this week. I am still here though,hanging on. I saw two brimstone butterflies yesterday and I will be blogging about it any day now. CJ xx

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    1. I simply don't know what we'd do if you left us, CJ. It would be as though our favourite lamb had left the fold.

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    2. oh no, who was that CJ. don't you dare ever leave us.......

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  8. Dear Miss Mise,
    You have spoken what I have been seeing occur for some time now, and I am one of the guilty ones! Oh I am still blogging, not as much though and have stopped doing giveaways and such. I adore your cakes an encourage you to post when you can! I love seeing an announcement of yours in my inbox!

    xoxo
    Karena
    The Arts by Karena
    Featuring Artist Scott McBee

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    1. Oh the sad lack of giveaways, dear Karena. And such. Why rise in the morning, one asks oneself.

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  9. Perhaps there will be more room for the rest of us and we are all more likely to get cakes. I fear you can see through my windows, there is no courgette spaghetti but a chair in dire need of reupholstering it does make a great place to eat cake tho.........

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    1. Trust you to see the bright and sensible side, dear sustainable mum. We are all more likely to get cakes. Roll on that day.

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  10. I am a decadent blogger. I drink gin and tonic while soaking the lentils. The carpet is loved and full of holes.

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    1. I watched some British film or other in the early years of this century, Rachel, and saw your sort. The gin and tonic and lentils I mean. Eccentric and original and kind. It was one of those bleakly shot films but your character had the most cheerful pink and yellow dress, with irregular hem.

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  11. Blogging only offers a solitary goldfish in a plastic bag but I'm still here !!!
    Brilliant cakes Mise. XXXX

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    1. You are the epitome of our existences, Jacqueline. If you were not here, here would not be here.

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  12. I am not fond of Pinterest and am really unsure about Instagram but I know that I love reading the blogs I follow and would be sad if any more close their doors.

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    1. I suppose we should start reading some new ones, dear Toffeeapple, but I am set as jelly in my ways.

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  13. Mise: Let's HAVE the cake AND eat it!
    And there is always room for improvement, as dear Martha Stewart, mother of all blog home-topics, found out when she had to go to prison for a while: she taught the inmates how to cope - true story! - and that is what I call spunk!

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    1. I wonder whether any of those inmates are on parole now and have blogs I could read, dear Britta? I'm sure they would have nice poems about prison.

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  14. The sun just shone on our collective refurbished verandahs as a sun ray from Pretty Far West dazzled our tired eyes. It is quality not quantity that matters in the blogging work and Pink and Blue Girls are celebrating one of their 9th birthdays. How fortunate they are to have such a cake baked with love.
    Helen xx

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    1. They have grown like sunflowers since you met them, dear Helen, and are pleased that you think of them. Thank you for your kind words.

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  15. Mmmm, cake. All the bloggers are selling out to Pinterest, and there you find sites with millions of followers, there lengthy posts about how they do everything so well interrupted by annoying pop up ads.

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    1. Thank you for this insight, Karen. I must work on a lengthy post about how I do everything so well and get millions of followers. A yacht will surely follow.

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  16. Modern moves so fast I'll never catch up. For me, its too much like chasing chickens around the barnyard. Certainly, there are those who enjoy that sort of thing, but I am the sort that will end up with a fist full of feathers and my face in the muck. It's a good thing, then, that I feel so comfortable puttering around the potting shed of old-fashioned.

    Happy Birthday, Blue Girl; your cake is quite lovely. I do so love a nice slice of cake and a pot of black tea.

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    1. Well put indeed, and we would all be proud to putter with you who are so secure in your pace.

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  17. But didn't I just make a cushion out of an old curtain and put it up for global approval? If I appear to be faltering it is only because my congratulatory comments do not always successfully leave the box. I am sure I had something pleasant to say about your last piece of prose but, check as I might, it never materialised. So then of course I agonised in case it had inadvertently offended. Then I got a grip. So let's see how this self indulgence fares.

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    1. Oh I didn't mean *you*, Lucille. You are beyond reproach with the decluttering and that cushion and the way the light falls. If only all those others were more like you. That was the comment about the brother and the hot cross bun, wasn't it? I remember it well.

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  18. Yes, you are quite right Mise. I fear blogging is on the wane. I am guilty of deserting my blog for instagram. I'm not sure what to do about it.

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    1. Everyone loves you, Sue. Everyone. And yet you leave us.

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  19. I'm with sustainable mum. more cake for us left behind. I do play on instagram occasionally. but I don't fit in over there, I will never ever ever take a flat lay photograph!
    dear old amateur lifestyle blogging is my community for now and always!

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    1. A fellow misfit greets you, driftwood. There is always a special sofa for you here.

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  20. Hey Mise,
    I'm afraid I have embraced Instagram, but have found enough people with as vulgar a sense of humour as mine, so do not mind the odd mantel display. As for the blogging community, like CJ, I was dismayed as the loss of one particularly marvellous blog. I intend to carry on. There may not be cake, but there will be insects.
    Leanne xx

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    1. I am wondering now what that marvellous blog was, Leanne. I was sorry to see Mrs Ford lay down her pen awhile. Long may you continue yourself.

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  21. Ah, the fickle ways of the internet, my dear. I recently attempted to point out that my own flat tire incident was far worse than yours but I found my comment unaccountably blocked. And then I woke to the news of a spike in my stats ('0 average views per hour'). So here I am, writing to internet HQ to complain.

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    1. Is it the flat tyre that keeps you from posting, my dear? We are all hanging on your every word, inasmuch as there are any words.

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  22. I do hope this isn't an indication that you too are planning to hand in the blogging towel dear Mise? I agree that blogging does seem to have lost a little steam lately but then I was reading an article the other day saying that the flighty nature of other social media sites has reached its peak and people are turning back to their blogs again! Maybe we are simply at the cutting edge of a revival.

    S x

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  23. I sometimes have cake for dinner...is that wrong??

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  24. Don't worry ! If I'd refurbished anything at all , I would share it with the world .
    But I can't , in all conscience , boast about opening a packet of Oaty Digestives ...

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  25. Perhaps you will see this. Not only am I glad to see your new post, coincidentally, I also bought some San Francisco sour dough bread today. San Francisco dough starter must have traveled East. Please re-connect the comment box. xo

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  26. Blatantly over-riding your no comments diktat I have cunningly resorted, like Frances, to back commenting. Only because I want to tell you a story about an oversized jug that made me a very rich woman. Interested?

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  27. It was a giant sized Emma Bridgewater jug very kindly given to me by colleagues when I left for my first maternity leave. It had a pretty pink chintz pattern and sat for many years empty on a shelf. Too bulky for water on the table, too vast for a bunch of flowers, it gathered dust and made me sad. I applied the 'spark of joy' test and realised that there was none. I'll put it on eBay for a tenner I thought and someone else can enjoy it. Someone else sent me a rather surprising email part way through the brisk bidding asking me to stop the sale and accept her £200. Unethical I muttered. Certainly not. The auction has started. Oh please she said. I can go to £250. Curious I thought. Some sort of scam. It's nice but not that nice. The bidding accelerated meanwhile and the jug sold for £443. Incroyable! The packing was a nightmare. Industrial quantities of bubble wrap, two boxes and an insured delivery. But it was worth it. It completed someone's collection of Emma Bridgewater jugs in Northamptonshire. I am casting a beady greedy eye over my other jugs now.

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    1. That'll pay many times over for the new Marie Kondo book, which has yet to reach me (any day now) but promises to show me illustrations of How Things Should Be Stored. I look forward mightily. I'm glad your jug made a fortune plus made someone happy.

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  28. And here I am again, stepping back in time to ask you if you have the recipe for Canasta Canapés which came from a children's cookbook which I adored but Kondo'd before Marie was even a spark of joy herself.

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  29. ooh that flake cake looks sensational!

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You're looking particularly well.

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