You know I love making cookies. ( PLEASE tell me that is not a surprise at this point. ) Some days I love sketching the designs very best. Some days mixing colors is my favorite thing in the world. Some days I'm most in love with the details that take my very mediocre and slightly disturbed design and turn into a cookie that people won't run from screaming. Oh! And you *know* I love smudging up a cookie. And when I see those cookies all laid out together on a platter like so many blossoms of a perfect spring hydrangea...I just can't wait to do it all again! Sometimes though... I kind of hate making cookies. I hate the dish washing. And the late night baking because I COMPLETELY forgot about those cookies until the second before I slipped into the oblivion of sleep. Sometimes I don't want to go digging through my endless and utterly disorganized cutter bins to find a cutter that I might not even have. And WHY do red and blue food color not always make purple??!!! A...

Can you believe that life goes on even when you're NOT making cookies? Hi. My name is Georganne. It's been 17 days since my last cookie. I've just been through a 2 week cookie decorating detox program. I had to clear the counter and put away all of my cookie cutters where they go. Yes, even the cutters in the bin of despair. I washed every last icing tip, bag, and coupler. All of my left over royal icing was purged. My house was clean. I was clean. (Except for the pre-baked and then forgotten cookies in the plastic container on top of my counters. I can't even remember when I put them up there. Eeewww. My plan is to leave them there for a couple more weeks until I can completely justify throwing the entire container away along with the cookies. At this point, there's no need to go opening that up.) I read a book. A whole book - without forgetting what it was about half way through. I made actual dinners every night. I went to sleep before midnight and wo...