not a crumb

Daughter2’s birthday was in March, but as she lives in Perth, she had to wait for her birthday cake until she flew home last weekend. As she has suffered with chronic fatigue and its after effects she has particular dietary needs – dairy and gluten free amongst them.

So this was her birthday cake this year:

orange cake 2015

Orange and Almond cake with orange rosemary drizzle.

This is not my picture, it is the creator’s. No pictures were taken of mine. I made the mistake of using a bundt tin and as I turned the cake out, parts of the cake stuck to the tin and so I had to patch the cake. Note to self : use a round or square tin,  lined with baking paper to lift the cake out of the tin.

It may not have looked like perfection, but it tasted like perfection, believe me.

On the keep list!

In which Flamingo Dancer realises that even fast learners can be slow to learn, sometimes.


In bed, due to another bout of diverticulitis, I clicked onto a blog I follow and was introduced to the book The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing by Marie Kendo.

Hello, epiphany!

Yes, indeed the little grey cell lit up like a firefly. I have always considered myself a fast learner; prided myself on being a fast learner, but it has taken me a life time to realise that a slow, quiet regard for clutter cuts the strings of guilt when disposing of “stuff”.

Have you ever stood there, that white blouse that is still in great condition but no longer a favourite, textbook published in 1984, or ugly Christmas gift in hand and wavered in your decision to cast it from your life? I have, right to this very day.

Well, that was until I read Marie Kendo’s book and realised that a mix of gratitude, for and to, the clutter; feng shui and a zen state of mind releases any indecision or guilt. Thank the item for its service, for helping to bring you to this point in time, and then send it on its way. Hallelujah!

It’s only a short book, about 235 ebook pages with a long index at the back of the book, so it only took me a couple of hours to read. At the end of the reading I had to hobble from bed and find a garbage bag to stuff some clothes into; clothes that had survived two or three recent “declutterings”. Out went a couple of things I kept because a daughter gave handed them onto me, and the I might get something to go with that brown skirt that was really not a favourite anymore. Into the bag, thanks for the service and here’s to the future.

I am a born again declutterer. A guilt free declutterer. I have my resolution for 2015!