Ode to Creative Coffee..

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We had our final Creative Coffee EVER yesterday…a day of sadness, joy..and achievement all rolled into one.

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Sometime it’s the simple things in life that make the magic and one of those things for me were Creative Coffee Mornings.  They were started by the lovely Sophy many years ago now, when she made the genius decision that chatting over coffee with young children was so much more fun when creating was involved.  Originally we’d all take over our unfinished projects and use the time to give ourselves much needed permission to complete them.  Then Sophy and  best friend, Minta developed it further and prepared, for a small fee, everything in advance with a termly timetable of once-weekly delights. From sugar craft to liqueurs to making sausages…it was the perfect antidote to urban brain boil.

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Now Minta is off to pastures new – a whole new chapter is opening up for her in the wilds of Scotland, which I know she’ll relish and grab with both hands…but she’ll be missed.

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Wednesday mornings will never be quite the same again..

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(These are not handmade rolls but an edible sculpture, entitled ‘eight nude elderly ladies tying their shoelaces’..)

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So I raise a cupcake to the wonders of Creative Coffee and all who sailed in her…. Ladies, it was a commanding performance with a spectacular range, lead with aplomb and an indescribable magical touch of alchemy.  Thank you for the opportunity to spend time with some of the best women I know laughing, baking, making and creating. The memories will live long..(well..those that aren’t addled by sloe gin…)

I absolutely loved it.

 

Laters, Kate x

17 comments

  1. .virginia.romo.

    That photo of you and since I saw it I know what I need: a pinstripe jacket like yours. Love it. Sorry about the end of your creative coffee. I sure you girls will come up with some new ideas. By the way: I just found your comment in my blog. I am so happy you found me after I moved without notice.

  2. fabrickated

    I used to attend a “Family Workshop” in Battersea years ago (sadly it went the way of all cuts) but we had a tutor for the grown ups and two child care workers to do crafts with the kids. Sometimes it was cooking, sometimes making gnomes, sometimes it was just talking. A great institution.