Tuesday, April 27, 2010

If I were a carpenter

Some days I wish I was a baker in an apron dusted with flour in the shape of my hands that made lovely, delicious and wanted pies and cakes and scones and pastries and sugar cookies with silver jimmies and white icing. And at the end of the day there were simply pies and cakes and scones and pastries and sugar cookies with silver jimmies and white icing for all to enjoy, to melt on their tongues and swallow slow.

And it's good because at the end of the day, I'd made something.

Something.

6 comments:

Chantel said...

Something.....oh to have not made a mess. Disasters to be swept up and stitched up and washed....

Something would be lovely.

Goog said...

No BM today?? That's something.

Jodie Kash said...

Oh my ladies ;)

Jodie Kash said...

...and Goog, those I make in the morning, fingers crossed!

justsomethoughts... said...

some days i wish i were a rock star...

Jodie Kash said...

MOST days I wish I was a rock star. No, an author. NO! A kept woman, then I could be both.

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