can at last be revealed.

As some of you in the outside world will know I have a knitting partner or two, one of which is Knitted Bear. – she has a blog, she is a brilliant writer. And as much as is humanly possible we share moments of crafting time together either quilting or knitting and when time constraints put a stop to that we talk and email and message each other about yarn or material or patterns, we could talk non stop just about colour, and if you put texture and drape into that equation I am sure the conversation could last for days. It is a relationship I enjoy very much.

Well, a few weeks ago I was asked by Knitted Bear to be God Mother to the adorable Kitty. You could have knocked me down with a feather, and after a very brief moment where I asked myself “Is my belief system intact?” Which I agreed with myself that it was. I said “Yes”, and we both bubbled over with enthusiasm. There have been a myriad of emotions that have swept over me in the last couple of weeks, some very good, some doubtful as to my abilities. Its almost like being a brand new parent again, I am taking this as a sign that I am taking my new role in Kitty’s life very seriously.

The day dawned and we trotted to a very cute little church. Kitty has family and friends that simply adore her, she was center of attention, which is how it should be. It was a beautiful service, with many hymns – which I especially liked. There was a very special moment when after Revd Elaine had drawn the sign of the cross on Kitty’s forehead, parents, god parents and the oldest member of the congregation traced over the cross. It was a very moving, yet tender moment. Due to the warmth of the water, (which was a very clever move by Elaine, she’s obviously done this before!) Kitty hardly murmured as she was baptised.

A very proud Mum and Dad with a wide awake Kitty who just seems to be taking it all in. Then we all went back to Knitted Bear’s home to sample the delights of cake, champagne and some very elegant catering. H’s Father has a knack of filling a champagne flute to just the right level and we were all kept generously supplied for the toast to Kitty.

The first tier of Knitted Bear and H’s Wedding cake, very carefully saved for the last four and a half years. I am afraid I wasn’t brave enough to try it, but am seriously impressed with how those paste roses have withstood the passage of time. I am reliably informed that it will be a relief to get some space back in the kitchen cupboard.

Kitty’s Christening cake, which was as delicious as it looked, (a generous layer of butter cream and jam), Marks and Spencers get it right again.

Followed by a few photographs of a very adorable and quite contented Kitty. I only took a few photo’s because I have to use a flash with my little camera and I didn’t want to upset her. Keep your eyes peeled on Knitted Bears blog I am sure there will be lots of photographs in due course.

Kitty is wearing a beautiful christening gown that her daddy wore 30 odd years ago.

And Kitty practicing her royal wave, as we have to say goodbye to her, until another day.