A few years back, I shipped the lot of them to ParkerRiverKid, certain that my decorating days had come to an end. I simply wasn't in a situation where I might have wanted to bake. At the time, PRK was renting, so the tips were stored in her mother's garage. When it came time to sort through things to move into a new home, she asked me if I'd like them returned. I'd only recently missed them when I needed to create a birthday cake for my fishing buddy, so I said yes, and she mailed them back to me. Since that day, I've used them twice, today being the second time. I got frosting all over the kitchen, all over me, and only narrowly spared the cats. I'd forgotten what a messy project decorating is, at least in my hands.
This is the 15th year of continuous daily publication for 365Caws. All things considered, it's likely it will be the last year as it is becoming increasingly difficult for me to find interesting material. However, I hope that I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world with my natural history posts, or encouraged a novice weaver or needleworker. If so, I've done what I set out to do.
Monday, April 16, 2012
The Forest Of Wilton
A few years back, I shipped the lot of them to ParkerRiverKid, certain that my decorating days had come to an end. I simply wasn't in a situation where I might have wanted to bake. At the time, PRK was renting, so the tips were stored in her mother's garage. When it came time to sort through things to move into a new home, she asked me if I'd like them returned. I'd only recently missed them when I needed to create a birthday cake for my fishing buddy, so I said yes, and she mailed them back to me. Since that day, I've used them twice, today being the second time. I got frosting all over the kitchen, all over me, and only narrowly spared the cats. I'd forgotten what a messy project decorating is, at least in my hands.
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