Busy, busy Sunday
Jun. 15th, 2025 10:48 pmIt started, as usual, with getting up an hour earlier than on workdays because Mum wanted to attend to Mass via TV. I did a bit of writing during that, just jotting down some world-builing ideas, lest I'd forget them.
Then I spent half the afternoon with writing labels for my Christmas wares-to-be: various jams, sugar paste candy in different flavours, honeycomb toffee, brittle bonbons, ginger syrup and the likes. Still have to make labels for marzipan potatoes, spicy salad oils and salad vinegar. The next step will be making cellophan bags for all that candy... and then more little baskets. *sigh*
It is tedious and time-consuming, but I'll be thanking myself profousely when the time for making the actual edibles comes and I won't have to bother with the packaging.
Afterwards, we ate the leftovers, then we both rested a bit before I had to go to our concert. It was 30 degrees; my only nice white blouse has long sleeves and is of synthetic material. 'Nuff said. I also visited the grave of my grandparents before the concert, since they are buried in the columbarium of the church where the concert took place. So, that was practical.
The concert itself went well enough, save for one unfortunate mistake that, luckily, wasn't realized by the spectators. My feet suffered from all the heat and from having to stand a lot, though, so I'm pretty drained right now.
Then I spent half the afternoon with writing labels for my Christmas wares-to-be: various jams, sugar paste candy in different flavours, honeycomb toffee, brittle bonbons, ginger syrup and the likes. Still have to make labels for marzipan potatoes, spicy salad oils and salad vinegar. The next step will be making cellophan bags for all that candy... and then more little baskets. *sigh*
It is tedious and time-consuming, but I'll be thanking myself profousely when the time for making the actual edibles comes and I won't have to bother with the packaging.
Afterwards, we ate the leftovers, then we both rested a bit before I had to go to our concert. It was 30 degrees; my only nice white blouse has long sleeves and is of synthetic material. 'Nuff said. I also visited the grave of my grandparents before the concert, since they are buried in the columbarium of the church where the concert took place. So, that was practical.
The concert itself went well enough, save for one unfortunate mistake that, luckily, wasn't realized by the spectators. My feet suffered from all the heat and from having to stand a lot, though, so I'm pretty drained right now.