Another one finished and blocking, another amazing transformation of splitty jumpy yarn and scrums of stitches like four-year-olds playing soccer into suddenly glorious, gorgeous, well-defined lacework. All it took was a drink in the water to settle it down. (If you haven’t read that post yet, my Mom is a genius.)
And just for silliness, I can remember my Dad buying a box of Hostess stuff once in my entire life (at the Giant or whatever it was called then on the Pike, Dad), Mom, never. But there is this recipe for what their cupcakes could have attained to, had they ever been allowed to grow up like we kids did. Instead of the coffee, this good little Mormon girl would try it with cocoa nibs boiled in milk and allowed to steep awhile. Should be interesting.