Mom and I are watching the weather, catching pokemon and came prepared to do some serious coloring
On behalf of all the faithful members and friends of the Society for the Protection and Preservation of Fruitcake, this founder took herself to the nearest Starbucks to partake of their holiday offering – Fruitcake Frappuccino!
In the official announcement, Starbucks says:
The new beverage is inspired by holiday fruitcake with its colorful candied fruits, nuts and spices. Starbucks version starts with a Hazelnut Crème Frappuccino® blended beverage with dried fruit added and spiced with cinnamon, topped with whipped cream and an ornate topping of caramel dots and a sprinkle of matcha.
But unlike a traditional fruitcake, Fruitcake Frappuccino won’t last forever.
And in real life? It came with a cute knit cup cozy and was tasty enough. I thought it tasted more of vanilla than hazelnut but that’s ok too. Pretty tasty, even if it was just for “ugly sweater day” celebrating. Bring it back next year, Starbucks!
Spending today getting that quilt ready to actually get quilted. Finish the pinning, protect the edges, wind up some bobbins etc.
And some other stuff I can’t really talk about quite yet. And maybe some writing.
Laundry. Definitely laundry and that’s halfway to being clothes again.
Coffee #2 and to the pinning I go.
Thanks go to @jamesvictore for this great quote (from his How to be Brave and Scared Shitless webinar):
We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing. — Charles Bukowski
Here’s the view here right now – in a few I’ll be off to wrangle fabric. Click for the Flickr Album!
A day begun with an extra hour sleep
grey and cold and furnace already off
the cats past patience, waiting for breakfast
get mail, grind coffee, put water to boil,
feed the cats, both of them, bump the heat.
sweater, fleece, and socks. make the coffee.
toaster counts the minutes. Pour the first cup.
Butter the toast, stir the coffee,
settle in to read the news of the day.
the rain comes down in cold and silver drops
hesitating at the end of branches
before they plummet to the April mud.
A good day to stay in bed perhaps if
not for a second cup waiting for me.