Final installment in the jewel birthday party chronicles

If I don’t post this now, time is going to slip away and Sophia will be 15 at this rate. And I don’t think she’ll be half as impressed at 15 as she was at 6.

The cake was a jewellery box.

There was gem-shaped food. Diamond fairy bread

And white choc fudge with edible shimmery glittery stuff on top. The little girls LOVED it.

I am actually very proud of my diamond pinata (if I do  say so myself). Turns out, innumeracy is no barrier to constructing 3D geometric shapes. Thank goodness.

The pinata turned out to be just a tad too robust so we had to call in this bruiser with a metal bar. Barefoot and beads slung back, she’s grinning at all the big girls laughing at/with her

The gorgeous be-jewelled gals who attended on the day took home these little favour bags with a jewel-shaped  chocolate (in the sewn pouch), some little glittery gems and an extraordinarily large diamond ring. Real, of course.

I also made these plates for each kid using ceramic pens.

They were a big hit.

And I wish you could have seen their little eyes widen when I told them they got to take those home with them too. Awfully sweet.

I tell ya, if you’re going to have a party, I can highly recommend 10 little 6 year-old girls as guests. They were an utter delight. Sweet, polite, excited, funny, natural, friendly. Just divine. Could have eaten every last one of ’em.

And the birthday girl? Tired.

But so happy.

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Diamonds on the soles of my stamps

2 years ago I bought a stamp carving kit from the Etsy shop of one of my favourite bloggers, Two Cheese Please. It was one of my first crafty purchases and I remember being utterly charmed that the package came neatly tied up with bakers’ twine  with two little hand-covered fabric buttons strung on for decoration. I still have those lovely buttons.

So, it has taken 2 years but I finally got the courage to give this stamp carving thing a go. And I think I might be addicted.

My fascination with the process of carving and sculpting was really fired up when we lived in Italy and saw so much breathtaking sculpture there.

We even visited Carrara, the tiny Tuscan town from which Michelangelo sourced his pure, white marble for statues like The David.

The marble quarries of Carrara are extraordinary. As you drive up a twisting mountain road above the eponymous town soaring cliffs of white marble, criss-crossed with satisfyingly geometric cuts and slices where blocks have been removed, soar up on one side. These marble cliffs are so radiant in the sunlight they seem infused with an inner light. They are almost etherial. Until you put your hand to the cold, hard stone and are reminded what skill is required to shape details and smooth edges from such an unyielding (to all but greatly skilled artists) substance.

Radiant white rubber, on the other hand, lets you slide a sharp, grooved tool through it almost as though the rubber is butter. Slightly chewy butter that’s been left out to harden over a few years, but butter nonetheless. There are no words for how satisfying that is.

I’m not good at drawing and so chose the simplest of designs to start with and something I could use for Sophia’s birthday party. I didn’t want the jewel theme to descend into bling territory  (notwithstanding the impression the sparkly diamond invitations may have given!) so I enjoyed using this simple stamp to decorate things.

Glittery blue diamond invitations

After making these I am sparkling like a teenage vampire. But no, I am not shunning direct sunlight and swanning bare-chested around Italian piazze. I mean, I wish I was. Well, not the bare-chested bit. I think the Italian polizie (at the behest of any number of scandalised nonne) may be troubled by the bare-chested in the middle of the piazza part. No, it’s just that there is a sparkly, bejewelled party on our horizon. As you do.