The other day, my 2 year old daughter was trying to get a screwdriver out of the drawer. I asked what she needed it for.
"To open my orange," she stated, very matter-of-factly.
It occurred to me that made an excellent allegory for my life: parenting, and living in general, with uncontrolled depression was indeed like opening an orange with a screwdriver. It might work, but the end result is going to be a mess.
Yes, yes I know it's "flower". A little baking pun there ...ahem. Anyway, I am a preschool teacher, writer, wife and mom of three children; 8, 9 & 12 years old. "Peeling an orange with a screwdriver" is where I go to ponder life in general. Things like parenting and marriage, kids, dealing with depression and bipolar, the angst of writer's block and the freedom of a good book. Toilet scrubbing and laundry. I might throw in a photo or two, some art, a poem.
"Sugar Weave" is strictly about cake. Always a voracious baker (and eater) of cakes, I recently fell head first into cake decorating. I made birthday cakes for my three children and people kept telling me I could charge for my creations. So I decided to give it a go.
Who knew frosting (outside the bedroom) could be so much fun?