Time to get nostalgic
We had a lovely time visiting my parents last night. We brought food to share and exchanged cards and gifts and while it was a lot quieter than my childhood Christmases, it all felt festive and cheerful.
While helping pack the special crockery and glasses away, I noticed in the corner of a lowly cupboard a couple of glass jelly moulds. Glass jelly moulds are always beautiful of course; their weight and the glistening curves, but this pair brought back memories of my grandmother and her small flat filled with bits and pieces of her life in London that so fascinated me as a child.
I commented on the glass jelly moulds and my mother reminded me that they were her mother's and she believed they came from her mother's mother. She then gave them to me, a gift I happily accepted because the moulds are both beautiful and full of unseen memories for me. I know I'm getting a bit of a reputation as a grifter, but I insist this is unfair! (Only the night before I was at a party marveling at the bowl of pitted cherries, when the gracious host insisted I take her cherry pitter - which I did, it would have been churlish not to!).
Well, here are the jelly moulds in all their sparkling, chunky, Victorian, crystalline beauty!
Merry Christmas, all, and thank you for your interest in Shanghai Lil and The Scarlet Fez!!
