I am not sure where this blog is heading it involves Quinces and pockets, Rupert the Bear with a scintilla of handbags.
Before I set off on a meandering blog, here are my timeline notes.
Cooking Quinces
My paternal grandmother cooked Quinces.
She dressed like Rupert the Bears mother.
She always wore over garments with lots of pockets, just like Mrs Bear.
Read the link below for an understanding of women and pockets. And the garment of my grandmother and Rupert’s mother.
When anyone asks what my favourite or most influential book is I ponder long and hard. It fluctuates, at the moment it is The Count of Monte Cristo.
But in researching the Grandmother Rupert link I realise my most influential books are the Rupert Annuals which I received almost every year for twenty years.
Goodness knows when I last opened this book. But I know every page like the back of my hand. Out of curiosity I sniffed it, out of nowhere, if you ignore my lachrymal glands, small pricking tears appeared in my eyes. Maybe it was the dust…
Mrs Bear appears often wearing a long pinny or a light over-garment with pockets.
I am very much a pocket woman. Since hitting semi-retirement I have relied on pockets rather than a day to day handbag. That has only changed in the last couple of months now I am obliged to carry an Epipen on any outing that might involve food or drink.
I think pockets were my genetic or literary gift from my grandmother/Mrs Bear. A dress or skirt is not a garment for me without pockets. If there are no pockets in a mass produced garment I don’t buy them or I add them. Pockets should be cotton or a natural fabric. Cotton bags from shops work well.
Less so now that leggings come with pockets. It is easy to hide leggings under longish dresses and skirts.
Whilst cooking quinces or indeed anything I have apron pockets so large that I could carry a litter of squirming puppies.
Maybe more Rupert musings in a future blog and certainly more Quince.
Day 2 of Quince cooking beckons.
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