I celebrated the other day.
All of my beauty-full red velvet cupcakes sold out at Cronie's.
I came home and celebrated myself, by eating one. In bed.
While watching Golden Girls.
This is the first thing I saw when I woke up in the morning.
Marilyn Monroe on my wall, peeking through the window of my cupcake box.
(The cupcake box was sitting on the headboard of my bed, leaning up against the wall).
Red cupcake crumbs on the old cupcake liner that was also on the inside corner of the white box reminded me of Marilyn Monroe's lipstick.
The wannabe food stylist - food photographer in me grabbed my cell phone immediately so I could take a photo.
What does this mean? Is it deep or symbolic? Is it creepy? Glamorous? I don't really know.
But it adds a great new story to my cupcake journey.
I kind of enjoy moments like this, that aren't planned or scheduled.
Moments like Marilyn Monroe looking through a window of a cupcake box at 8am.
Better than a sunbeam? Maybe more interesting.
♥
All of my beauty-full red velvet cupcakes sold out at Cronie's.
I came home and celebrated myself, by eating one. In bed.
While watching Golden Girls.
This is the first thing I saw when I woke up in the morning.
(The cupcake box was sitting on the headboard of my bed, leaning up against the wall).
Red cupcake crumbs on the old cupcake liner that was also on the inside corner of the white box reminded me of Marilyn Monroe's lipstick.
The wannabe food stylist - food photographer in me grabbed my cell phone immediately so I could take a photo.
What does this mean? Is it deep or symbolic? Is it creepy? Glamorous? I don't really know.
But it adds a great new story to my cupcake journey.
I kind of enjoy moments like this, that aren't planned or scheduled.
Moments like Marilyn Monroe looking through a window of a cupcake box at 8am.
Better than a sunbeam? Maybe more interesting.
♥
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