There is a dress that hangs just outside my door.
I’ll never wear it, though
I was convinced I would.
But now it stares at me stonily, asking,
“When can I hug your curves again?”
To which I may reply,
“Not today, dress,
No, not today.”
“When can I hug your curves again?”
“Not now, dress, not ever.”
“Not ever?”
“There’s no need. I can’t very well wear you to work
or the market for that matter. You might be soiled,
and then what?”
“Well then, why don’t you just mail me back to my mistress?”
“I’m too lazy.”
“Too lazy?!”
“Oh, shut up.”
In other more logical news, I baked my friend’s birthday cake this past week. Angel food cake with chocolate mousse filling and orange frosting.
It was the first time I ever made angel food cake, and I got the consistency all wrong. I didn’t whip the egg whites long enough. It came out fine, but I knew I could make it perfectly if I did it all over again. So I dropped off the test cake at work, where it was completely eaten within a day and started all over again. I got it just right, like I thought I would. I shredded some chocolate over the top of my second cake, and viola!
The frosting took a pound of confectioner’s sugar. A pound. Needless to say, I think many a sweet tooth were taken care of that night.
2 Comments
April 29, 2009 at 12:27 pm
Toss a jean jacket over that dress and wear it to the market! Pretty dresses should be worn. It cost less than a new dvd!
April 30, 2009 at 12:44 am
silk dupioni. i LOVE silk dupioni