Things have been pretty quiet around here lately, tiny-stitching away on the quilt binding, trying to figure out where to hang a couple of pictures, failing to settle on a back hallway color, stuff like that. The thing I've gotten the most excited about in the past few days is my new grout brush. Seriously, my shower has never been so sparkly. Work is starting to heat up again (things are not really feast/famine for me, but I definitely notice surges), & this was the scene here a couple of nights ago:
a big pile of custom birth announcements about to head off to the Netherlands, shortly before I discover the fatal flaw that completely ruins my plans for a quick packaging-up & then early to bed. The discovery of a fatal flaw isn't something that happens that often, but when it does, it's always the result of stupidity &/or sloppy proofing on my part, it's always in the 11th hour, & it always makes me want to eat my own head.
Luckily, moments later my excellent husband arrived home from the grocery with an extremely tiny cupcake in hand, & I ate that instead. The strange-looking bumpiness on top was the site of a giant blackberry (attractive but too early & sour), almost as big as the pile of frosting (good), which was definitely as big as the cake itself (dry, but points for being so tiny). In the end, I got everything done on time & still managed to get a decent amount of sleep, which I don't think would have been possible if I'd ended up with a less charming late night snack.
glamscience: will work for tiny cupcakes.