It's official...

... and I couldn't be happier. Beautiful!

photo by Ella Blue.

summer in Seattle

Man, I've had a great day.

The weather is beautiful, I managed to drag my butt out of bed in time for a 10 a.m. yoga class, had a glass of wine with B. Hambly on her roof, bought some gorgeous beets and two balls of yarn, ate some delicious fried zucchini, and found a dress for B.'s wedding in the costume closet.

Almost makes winter seem worth it, doesn't it?

Show your work!

Problem in grade school arithmetic, problem today: I suck at describing my processes.

It’s partly sheer laziness. I raced ahead to the exciting part (answers! yay!), and now I have to go back and do some boring housekeeping to tell you how I did it?

Partly forgetfulness, too. I don’t have a good system for cataloging finished crafts, so I never remember that I need images to catalogue.

So in the last three months I have delivered the following, entirely undocumented:

• 12-inch cake with a hand-piped ‘Fighting A’
• birthday cake covered in ganache and a sunburst of realistic chocolate leaves
• towering German Chocolate cake (my second stab at homemade caramel)
• 2 pairs pajamas, altered with optical illusion sleeves
• 1 pair sock garters
• 2 prosthetic hands with “gripping” snaps and dangling gore
• 1940s vamp costume for a lady coyote
• six gold-tasseled pasties and a merkin for a coyote striptease

Seriously. Awesomeness, every bit of it. You’d be totally impressed if I had a single picture with which to impress you.

...if it wasn't attached.

Last week my coworker needed something from a box of client files that had been sitting in the workroom for about a month. I went to retrieve the box.

It wasn’t there.

So I ransacked the workroom and the file room and other people's offices, sweating, panicking, heart in my throat, trying to figure out what on earth could have happened to this entire box of very very important client financial data...

... and I found the files on the shelf next to my desk. Two feet from my left knee, as a matter of fact. Where I had carefully stacked them after removing them from their cardboard box -- because clearly a cardboard box in the workroom is not a safe place for them -- where I’d carefully stacked and completely forgotten about them.

I need a vacation.

May Day, May Day

Rabbit, rabbit.

I was going to post something yesterday just to have tagged April, but then more important stuff intervened and now I can't even remember what I thought was so interesting yesterday.

Love and luck and health (and so much more love and health) to those who need it.

xxxooo,
Mol

The first step is admitting you have a problem.

I just bought something called a "cake humidor."

what you have

"you spend all your time thinking about what you still want, but don't forget that what you have is what you used to spend your time wanting"