Last night I had to clean off our dining room table because I brought home a fairly large mixed-media piece I have been doing and wanted to add bee's wax, so I needed a large flat surface.
I was down to the last few items to put away and there still sat my unfinished (faux) cupcakes. I didn't like them because I inadvertently bought large size cupcake papers (who knew they made different sizes these days!) and these dudes were humongous.
After I cleaned all the way around them and they were the only thing left and I stood there and looked at them for a minute -- I had even removed the table cloth -- I took both tins of them and dumped them over into the trash with a great big satisfactory clomp.
Maybe it's better just to start over sometimes than to try to save something that isn't working out. Maybe when I make my cupcakes next time, I'll have learned something. Maybe, but probably not.
Here's a picture of that dining room table. This is something you'll likely never see again.
One last thing, to my Jennifurry - love to you and Lenni and remember where I am. Fifty miles isn't very far... but it seems far to me today.
Love to you, d.