Thursday, June 13, 2013

How do you get to Carnegie Hall?

Remember that old joke? The answer is "Practise, practise, practise." It was a little humbling to make yesterday's cookies. After such a long hiatus from decorating, we were definitely a little rusty.

The only thing for it is to make more cookies! For today, we used the leftover icing to practise. We practised getting the consistency right, and then we practised the muscle control. A little like learning to have to 'give it some gas' when you're going into the curve and know when to let up again. And when to anchor the little blob of icing to the base. And it all has to be second nature.

Anybody else old enough to remember practising writing with a pen this way in school? filling notebooks with endless lines of loops? Endless, pointless lines of loops. Who knew we'd one day require this of ourselves? Life is full of surprises.

If you're lucky.


  1. I had to do that when I was in teacher's college. we had to practice writing on paper and on the chalk board. The paper was so that we could send readable notes home to the parents.

  2. I remember practicing that way as a child; then again, like Heather, at teacher's college; and finally, having my young students do the same.

  3. I had to practice in drafting class. Of course, we had to print so it was lines, not swirls.


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