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I have a weakness for frozen dessert.
Of course ice cream will always hold an enormous place in my heart, but really, whatever sweets I have, they need to be collllld.

Hence, my adoration for frozen cookies (especially oatmeal chocolate chip!). I've eaten a gazillion and eighteen hundred frozen sugar cookies this weekend, and I even prefer my tweaked-Martha whole-wheat soft chocolate chip after it's been sitting in the freezer for a bit.
Which sort of messes with the whole point of it being a SOFT cookie.
Oh well.

And I do love frozen Hershey's pie.

Refrigerated desserts do me well, too. I like a good chilly tiramisu or cheesecake or creme brulee. I like cold strawberry pie in the heart of summer (the kind you stick your fingers in and they come out all reddish pink and then you're quite literally red-handed). Mallory cake, as well as the classic coconut cake, belongs in the refrigerator as well.

Even my fruits I prefer to be cold.
Something about the crispness of a cold, stark apple cut into pristine little cubes makes me really happy.
It just makes things fresher.



I've been nursing my creative side this weekend. Mary Englebreit inspired me to make a little ruffle-flapped backpack Friday night, and that sent me on a ruffle kick Saturday. I'm in the process of completing a darling floral ruffled apron right now.

I need some Brian Wilson, I'm thinking. Good vibrations? Yes, much.


I also need some cream-colored tights. And a big, floppy straw hat with a big black ribbon. To wear with a black silk cocktail dress in the summer on a veranda having dinner and Shirley Temples with somebody really spectacular.




I don't want to be a political scientist or a senator or an actress or anything anymore. I want to be a designer for children's things. That's what I want.