I changed the title, too. Though I, too, have pet peeves, I really have problems with people whose blogs are continuous complaints. I'd rather focus on positive things...and some of those positive things are literally sweet (like cupcakes)...hence, the new name.
Alrighty then. I've been talking up the cupcakes, but really, I want to share something else first. I was going through some old emails the other day. Emails I'd gotten, emails I'd sent in return. This was before the days of Facebook, so I emailed quite a lot - especially since my best friend had moved to Paraguay to work as a missionary. For five YEARS. I was an unmarried twenty-something...and I've gotta admit that many of those emails to/from my good friend had to do with dating and boys and all the angst those topics involve. And I'm not even a dramatic person! Yeesh. To fully jump back inside my mind during those years was quite the experience. To see how I've changed...and how in some ways I'm exactly the same. And I was thoroughly amused by these old emails; I laughed out loud so much while reading over them. I'm going to share one of them now - not one of the dating ones, mind you. You won't find that here! Unless I severely edit one for the blog sometime. As my mother always told me, "You don't have to tell everything you know."
Back to the email for today: this one was written about a cake decorating class I had been taking at the local Hobby Lobby. See, there's the cupcake tie-in. Kinda. ;) Oh, and the notes in italics are ones I've added for clarification for the purposes of this blog.
Hey, as I was writing the subject line (something like "Nothing Much Here") and felt it really was the truth, it occured to me that I forgot to tell you about my very last cake decorating class this past Monday. Well, you know the problems I have been having with all that stuff and that I was sick to death of it all. Since I didn't have much planned for this past weekend when I got back home from purchasing my CD (John Mayer's Room for Squares - the day after it came out. CDs...huh. When was the last time I bought a CD?!) and relaxing at Davis-Kidd, I dragged out everything pertaining to the making of frosting and got to practicing. I brought my Bose CD player into the kitchen and put John Mayer on "repeat" and just buckled down to perfect the rose.
The class is always so rushed and I had finally realized that I had to practice between times or I would never get it right during class. What a concept, I know...Anyway, I worked and worked and fussed and fussed and seriously contemplated taking up cursing, just for the day. (Disclaimer: No, not really. If you knew me, you would know how comical this is.) You know I don't have a bad temper, but I finally decided that cake decorating was not going to help me get to heaven....and that it might even hinder me. So I would get really ticked every once and awhile. I would grumble and growl and then finally throw the offending "rose" that had taken the strange form of a mushroom onto the counter - it had a satisfying splat - and then stomp off to read the funnies and let John soothe my soul. Amazingly enough, it worked. Then I would take it up again, but still not ever completely "getting it."
I gave up for the evening, but started up again the next afternoon and then again after the gospel meeting that night. My dad even tried to help me out, (this was the phase of life between college graduation and first job/apartment, so I was living at home) but finally in an unexpected turn of events I made a rose that actually looked like a rose instead of a really flat cabbage. There was great rejoicing in my kitchen that night! I made another one, just to ensure it wasn't a fluke. Nope, no fluke. After all the hours I had spent, I had finally done it. It was all a piece of cake (pun intended) after that. The next night in class I whipped out rose after rose and put them in a bouquet on the top of my two layer wild cherry cake with cream cheese frosting. I even did a nice leaf border around the bottom of each of the layers (it is important at this point in envisioning this cake to know that the top layer was slightly smaller than the bottom one). I felt so...so competent when I was done. Wow, I'm actually sighing with relief and pride even now as I'm writing this. Words can really make you relive the moment. I guess that's why I like them so much.
I'll end the story with saying it was almost painful to watch the people at work cut into it. They all really enjoyed it, which appeased me, as I had been tempted to shellac it and place it on a pedestal in my room at home. Well, I hope you are having a great day! I'm thinking about you!
(I'll have to dig out the picture of that cake sometime...but that was in the days before I had a digital camera. Boy, things have changed! I'll leave you with a picture of my friend Ashley, on right, and me, well, on the left. We were tea partying that day - this was after she moved back from Paraguay. Yea!)