Bakers Gonna Bake

Let us commence with the making of the things!

Hello, Friend,

I’m so sorry about the wonky link on the first Vermont listing from Friday. Do forgive. Here it is! I’m in love!

It appears I may finally be on the other side of my five month ordeal with the pain and immobility in my neck/shoulder/arm/hand. It’s been a long, miserable, debilitating slog. The lack of sleep was becoming untenable. I muddled through with a little help from ibuprofen, self enforced rest, and the wailing and gnashing of teeth. (Also by binging The Canadian Baking Show and The Great Pottery Throwdown.)

Phew.

LET US EAT CAKE!

As I was feeling quasi-human yesterday I decided to tackle the daunting challenge of caramel. After four frenzied hours I emerged from a powder sugar dusted haze with the quadruple layer caramel cake above. Our tiny kitchen presented considerable challenges, but I persevered fueled by a flurry of juicy expletives that would have made a sailor blush.

Houston, we have caramel! Huzzah!

It’s on the wall and the mixer and the toaster and the coffee maker and my sweatshirt…but it’s also on (and in) the cake!

Our labradoodle Poppy Lulu thought it would be fun to slurp lick the freshly iced cake. You might be surprised to hear that I was not down with this icing licking initiative. To be fair, that big ol’ caramel cake was sitting there at the perfect height begging for some attention. How could she not give it a little taste?

I’m sorry for yelling, Poppy. Bad mommy.

Next on the agenda…

Potter’s gonna potter-y!

Painters gonna paint!

And don’t even get me started on the garden.

No, really, I could go on and on ad infinitum.

(Speaking of gardening and Zach Galifianakis, his new show on Netflix is utterly delightful. “The future is agrarian!”)

The thing about all the things I’m excited to do again, including making new videos for this li’l ol’ Substack, is they help me process the whirlpool of emotions in response to the daily indignities of our current reality. I need to make things as much as I need to breathe, eat, and sleep. Not being able to make things was making me profoundly sad. It’s not just me, as I know you know my friend. Creativity is an integral part of being human, staying grounded, and remembering we’re all connected to something vast and powerful and magical.

We channel that something every time we create.

Let’s make some magic, together! Shall we?

I have art to create, galdangy!

ONWARDS!

Join The Lady Party! We have caramel layer cakes…and opinions!

Got art?

I like coffee! I like tea! Buy me a cuppy cup if you like me?