Cupcakes are my new obsession – I’ve even been dreaming about them. At around 150 calories a pop, they aren’t too damaging (compared to say a slice of mud cake from your average cafe) and you get a whole cake! My sister calls them little magical cakes of completeness, or something like that. Check out 52 Cupcakes for some excellent food porn.
I’ve been thinking of buying a fabbo cupcake stand but fear the temptation to fill it (and then empty it).
The other night my sister and I were arguing, as you do, about which one of us our Nan hates the most. She told me that I was the favourite grandchild now because I’ve lost so much weight.
We tend to think that with age comes wisdom and maturity but there you have it – you can reach 90+ years of age and still think like a high school girl. My nan is like if Barbie grew up into a grandmother – she’s all about the thinness and how you look. Academic or professional success mean nothing to her. To get in her good books all you need to do is be thin.
I think I’m growing up because hearing that I’m in Nan’s good books doesn’t make me want to go out and wolf down a pavola just to pack the weight back on in a fit of defiance. It’s sad and scary but it’s also so remote from me that it means nothing.
I’m thinking late August for the clothes swap (see previous post). More details to follow.