Yesterday was leap day. My father would have celebrated his 18th birthday.
I made a cake to celebrate, a very tiny three-tiered cake. Perfect for two people. Behold, my very own cake wreck:
Ugly, I know. But it tasted amazing, and that's what counts, right?
The rest of my life has been routine.
I have a lazy cat with sharp claws.
A dirty mirror.And I've started on my very first quilt.
I'm anxious for spring.