So... I have this thing where I fall in love with every cookie cutter I see and I can't help but want to take them home and squish them and love them and tell them they are pretty every day of their lives. And sometimes, when I'm putting them gently into their plastic tote box of dreams, I think about how we'll grow old making cookies together and someday...when we're both quite past our cookie decorating prime, we'll move to the coast and live out the rest of our days on a front porch filled with sunshine as we watch small families enjoying a relaxing afternoon of sand throwing and tantrums at the beach.
It's actually quite common.
But sometimes... I also have this thing called "logic" and "reality" that stops me from buying every cutter on the planet. And that makes me sad....
It's actually quite common.
But sometimes... I also have this thing called "logic" and "reality" that stops me from buying every cutter on the planet. And that makes me sad....