When you can't talk about knitting, you can talk about eating.
Brooke and I just happened to stop by Saint Cupcake the other day...
Where even the dumpsters are cute and cupcake-y.
We were good. We didn't eat them in the store...
We didn't eat them on the street...
We didn't eat them in the car...
I posed them in the wild strawberries...
and then we felt we had earned them with our patience.
I had two smalls: vanilla and chocolate. Brooke had one big coconut.
The vanilla got smooshed on top, but I still managed to get all of the icing.
Once you lick a box, the dignity you earn by waiting until you get home is quickly lost.
So today I share with you an old fashioned smile. With icing.
1 comment:
Yea! You made it to St. Cupcake. I'll Be in BH on Monday and will stop by Dainties, a cupcake place on SM Blvd. Grandma is knitting a blanket for Sophie and I ordered some beautiful cotton boucle from KnitPicks. She hasn't knitted in 21 years, but picked it up again pretty quickly. xoxo
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