A quilt, a boy and the Vicar's glasses

Saturday was spent getting ready for the main event on my social calendar for this year. Being an organised and excellent time manager I was sewing on the binding of Will's quilt all day Friday, finally putting in the last stitches at 2 a.m. before stuffing it into the washing machine then crawling into bed. But I think it was all worth it because after a spin around the dryer and with all the thread tails clipped it looked like this.

There was insufficient time factored into my 'detailed schedule' so the label can go on later. I thought I might paraphrase my hopes for the quilt written here .

Being a godparent meant I sat up the front with all the important people therefore it probably would have been unpolitic for me to take pictures throughout the ceremony. Accordingly I handballed my camera across to Princess Curly-Wurly.

Most of the pics are quite blurry but this is a corker. My godboy was wandering around in front of the font shifting furniture and we had a small, silent battle of wills about actually taking it into the greater body of the church.

Both his sisters contributed to the event. The older one did a reading and the younger one sang a couple of nursery rhymes. With assistance from the vicar this was 'Twinkle, twinkle'.

Whilst these gifts were being bestowed Will focussed his energies on forcing Rolly into the font-water flagon.

And before she dunked him there were words to be said and glasses to be reached for.

Once Anne had dunked him he really was decidedly unhappy about the whole thing.

Then afterwards it was back to his house for coffee and cake all around.

While she was out playing with the other children I was struck by how groovey and grown-up my girl looked.