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The Snow Queen Elf… mistake.

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Sooo… screwing up is a fact of life, right?

In fact…

It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might has well not have lived at all, in which case you have failed by default. – J.K. Rowling


Some say it just doesn’t happen to them…

I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work. – Thomas Edison

I think and think for months and years. Ninety-nine times, the conclusion is false. The hundredth time I am right. – Albert Einstein


Many feel the NEED to fail…

Sometimes by losing a battle you find a new way to win the war. – Donald Trump


And the smart ones aren’t the least bit miffed by it…

A failure is not always a mistake, it may simply be the best one can do under the circumstances. The real mistake is to stop trying. – B.F.Skinner

You make mistakes. Mistakes don’t make you. – Maxwell Maltz


There are those who just define it differently…

Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.   – Thomas Edison

Failure is a detour, not a dead-end street. – Zig Ziglar


And then some who say BRING IT ON…

An essential aspect of creativity is not being afraid to fail. – Edwin Land


But at the end of the day, no matter how you see it, there is one point that is agreed upon by all…

Winning is great, sure, but if you are really going to do something in life, the secret is learning how to lose. Nobody goes undefeated all the time. If you can pick up after a crushing defeat, and go on to win again, you are going to be a champion someday. – Wilma Rudolph

Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not: nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not: the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. – Calvin Coolidge

Failure should be our teacher, not our undertaker. Failure is delay, not defeat. It is a temporary detour, not a dead end. Failure is something we can avoid only by saying nothing, doing nothing, and being nothing. – Denis Waitley

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So when I tell you that this was NOT the intended end design of this cake…


that when I envisioned making this piece as part of the Sugar Myths and Fantasies collaboration, there was SO much more to it in my brain…


but that I COMPLETELY screwed the whole thing up by trying out a new technique without having a spare second to “readjust” in case all did not go well…


and when I tell you that climbing into bed directly after the application of “said” technique, and waking up to find the paint job and integrity of the queen elf ENTIRELY destroyed without any time to re-paint her and therefore having to THROW HER AWAY and use the ONE (meant to be) progress picture I snapped the night before as the final photo of this project…

you won’t scoff at me.  (I’m sorry, was that a run on sentence?)


‘Cause I just quoted all of those famous, super smart people up above, and THEY say that it’s ok… that I’m (maybe) not the BIGGEST idiot in the history of mankind, but that it’s just a little stepping stone on the road to success.

And, I’ve decided, they can’t ALL be wrong…

can they? *sigh*

To see all of the AMAZING sugar art pieces in this very cool collaboration of cake artists from around the world, visit the Sugar Myths and Fantasies website and/or Facebook page!

Oh, and DON’T add moistened rice paper to ANYTHING that you’ve painted,

like, EVER.

Just sayin’.

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The Most Important Thing

Hiya guys!

I feel like it’s been a while since I’ve been able to sit down and really write to you, and that annoys me ’cause writing to you is kindo’ my happy place.

But I promise, I haven’t just been lazy or anything (this time)… it’s actually probably been the craziest couple of months of our entire lives, over here, as a bunch of “things” we’ve been working on have all kindo’ hit us at the same time… and we’ve been running around like headless chickens trying to meet all o’ the deadlines.

You’ve been there, I know.  It happens to us all.

And it’s looking like we’ve got one more month of it before the light at the end of the tunnel starts peeping through.

And then?  Well… we’ve decided.  THEN we’re gonna take the bull by the horns, and we’re going to do nothing but enjoy every second of the summer with our kiddos.  ‘Cause that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? About LIVING this life that we’ve been given.  Not heads down, barreling through, trying to make it out the other side alive… but stopping to smell the roses… to enjoy all that you’ve been blessed with… to enjoy the people in your life that make your heart sing.


For me, that’s my family.  Extended family too, but specifically my kiddos and Thomas.


I want to soak it all up… every second with them, and not waste a single moment of the life we’ve got together.

In lieu of a cake project this week (I hope you’ll forgive me), I want to share with you this short essay I came across recently, by Anna Quindlen, as she says it so perfectly.  I cried while reading this.  I cried because I needed to hear this… and I cried because I wish I could remember it each and every second of each and every day…



’cause right now…I can’t think of a thing that’s more important to remember.

Happy Mother’s Day, everyone. Xx

The Essay’s below…

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“All My Babies Are Gone Now”
By Anna Quindlen, Newsweek Columnist and Author


“All my babies are gone now. I say this not in sorrow, but in disbelief.
I take great satisfaction in what I have today: three almost-adults, two
taller than I am, one closing in fast. Three people who read the same books I
do and have learned not to be afraid of disagreeing with me in their opinion
of them, who sometimes tell vulgar jokes that make me laugh until I choke
and cry, who need razor blades and shower gel and privacy, who want to keep
their doors closed more than I like.
Who, miraculously, go to the bathroom, zip up their jackets and move food
from plate to mouth all by themselves.
Like the trick soap I bought for the bathroom with a rubber ducky at its
center, the baby is buried deep within each, barely discernible except
through the unreliable haze of the past.
Everything in all the books I once poured over is finished for me now.
Penelope Leach, T. Berry Brazelton, Dr. Spock. The ones on sibling rivalry and
sleeping through the night and early-childhood education – all grown obsolete.
Along with Goodnight Moon and Where the Wild Things Are, they are
battered, spotted, well used. But I suspect that if you flipped the pages dust
would rise like memories. What those books taught me, finally, and what the
women on the playground taught me, and the well-meaning relations – what
they taught me, was that they couldn’t really teach me very much at all.
Raising children is presented at first as a true-false test, then becomes
multiple choice, until finally, far along, you realize that it is an endless essay.
No one knows anything. One child responds well to positive reinforcement,
another can be managed only with a stern voice and a timeout. One child is
toilet trained at 3, his sibling at 2.
When my first child was born, parents were told to put baby to bed on his
belly so that he would not choke on his own spit-up. By the time my last
arrived, babies were put down on their backs because of research on sudden
infant death syndrome. To a new parent, this ever-shifting certainty is
terrifying, and then soothing.
Eventually you must learn to trust yourself. Eventually the research will
follow. I remember 15 years ago poring over one of Dr. Brazelton’s wonderful
books on child development, in which he describes three different sorts of
infants: average, quiet, and active. I was looking for a sub-quiet codicil for an
18-month old who did not walk. Was there something wrong with his fat little
legs? Was there something wrong with his tiny little mind? Was he
developmentally delayed, physically challenged? Was I insane? Last year he
went to China. Next year he goes to college. He can talk just fine. He can
walk, too.
Every part of raising children is humbling. Believe me, mistakes were made.
They have all been enshrined in the ‘Remember-When-Mom-Did’ Hall of Fame.
The outbursts, the temper tantrums, the bad language – mine, not theirs. The
times the baby fell off the bed. The times I arrived late for preschool
pickup. The nightmare sleepover. The horrible summer camp. The day when
the youngest came barreling out of the classroom with a 98 on her geography
test, and I responded, “What did you get wrong?” (She insisted I include that
here.) The time I ordered food at the McDonald’s drive-through speaker and
then drove away without picking it up from the window. (They all insisted I
include that.) I did not allow them to watch the Simpsons for the first two
seasons. What was I thinking?


But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing
this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that
the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of the
three of them, sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set
on a summer day, ages 6, 4 and 1. And I wish I could remember what we ate,
and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when
they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the
next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little
more and the getting it done a little less.
Even today I’m not sure what worked and what didn’t, what was me and what
was simply life. When they were very small, I suppose I thought someday
they would become who they were because of what I’d done. Now I suspect
they simply grew into their true selves because they demanded in a thousand
ways that I back off and let them be. The books said to be relaxed and I
was often tense, matter-of-fact and I was sometimes over the top. And look
how it all turned out. I wound up with the three people I like best in the
world, who have done more than anyone to excavate my essential humanity.
That’s what the books never told me. I was bound and determined to learn
from the experts.
It just took me a while to figure out who the experts were.”

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