Signed, sealed & delivered
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I had aspirations of making a Valentine. You know the sort. Smudged with the tell-tale signs of a white glue frenzy, brought forth by an afternoon spent cutting and pasting construction paper hearts, red and pink, across the lid and sides of a shoebox. But I wondered, did I have construction paper? Glue? A shoebox?
Mentally, I scavenged the corners of my cave. I had everything I needed, except for the paper and the box.
Yes. I could decoupage my life, but I wouldn’t be able to dazzle its frame in color, nor contain it in a rectangle. I had to find myself a Plan B.
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A sugar craving led me to a frenetic search for the alternate expression. Sugar was my answer. Yet, I knew better. Sugar always leads me down the path of least resistance. Nothing I said to myself could sway me from my next course of action. I found myself at Sam’s, staring at a 5 lb. bag of confectioner’s sugar and contemplating the plot dialog.
Do I need this? Sure looks cheaper than going the one-pound route via the local grocer’s. How much action was I planning? Was there really a game plan? Or, was I teetering on the abyss of yet another, OCD exchange?
I found myself at checkout with what I came for: laundry soap and a bag of tissue. It wasn’t until I arrived home that I discovered I’d accidentally transported that item in question.
I guess I’d best find a Plan C. After all, I don’t think it’s healthy for a kitten to chew into the proceeds of a five-pound bag of dust particles and right now he seems to be quite excited about my questionable purchase.
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I had a justifiable reason for this foray. These weren’t just Valentine’s, these were, Home is where the heart is, cookies. A sweet little girl moved to a sweet new home. I wrapped my heart around the thought of letting her know how much she means to me. I rarely see her, and almost never talk to her, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t think of her. :)
Pretty in pink
There was now a fine dust settling over everything in my kitchen. Some of it flour, but a lot of it, sugar. I had butter, everywhere. And then there were the cookie cutters, strung about as if they were begging to be hung upon a pine tree.
I was beginning to wonder about my kitchen addiction when it dawned on me that everything that was, out, needed to be put back, up! The thought crossed my mind, for a half of second, What if I just continue, and in the end I’ll have less excess?
On the threshold of mania, I reminded myself of a few other commitments that lurked in the recesses of my mind. It was now time for me to conjure a plan to end all other plans: Plan D.
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Cookies had taken over my whole existence. I found them everywhere. I stuffed them into boxes provided by my local post office. I ran through rolls of strapping tape, came up short on a few ink pens. I put mileage on myself and my vehicle as we plotted the best plan of escape: DEADLINE
And in the end. I found solace with sugar and flour over cardboard and construction paper cut-outs. It remains to be seen if I can control myself in the future. I love sugar, just as much as I love, Valentine’s Day!
Those are so pretty! You are talented.
Cheers,
Rosa
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