planning

Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night and just lie there, savoring my warm, comfortable bed, listening to DH breathing beside me, and counting my blessings with joy. As soon as my feet hit the floor I'll be almost 62, but while I  drift between dreams and reality, I am in my prime - old enough to know better, and still strong enough to do it anyway. In that cozy semi-consciousness, my best ideas come out to play.

Last night, I dreamed about a cake.  It was pink and hat-shaped and made with strawberry jam.  I woke and began planning.  I'm going to make a pink hat cake for my birthday piece-a-palooza.  I am no master baker by any means, but this, I think I can do! I have fabulous home-made strawberry jam from Sully's.  I'm going to walk down to Joanne's and get some fondant sheets today and see if I can create fondant flowers.  Gotta have flowers on my hat.  If the fondant doesn't give the desired results, well, there are completely organic violets popping up in the back lawn, so I can always fall back on Mother Nature.

How to get everything down to the Milwaukie Center for the party?  I have half a dozen big, strong market baskets made in Ghana.  They area bit bigger on the inside than they look on the outside, and they are so well balanced that you can carry more than you are strong enough to lift.  I'll start packing baskets today.  Cups and saucers, teapot and cozy, Sugarbowl and creamer.  Paper plates. Ooooh, I'll stop at the dollarstore and see if they have pretty pink paper plates and napkins.  And maybe I'll wear my pink sequin tiara!  This is going to be so much fun!!