boiling rags on the stove and thinking of that orange coconut cake i want to bake and deciding i will be a good friend to myself today. and maybe tomorrow aswell. shouldn’t have to be too hard, no? i spent all night in long discussions and afterwards it seemed like a fuse popped and my light-bulb stopped shining. how many swedes does it take to change a light bulb? let’s hope one will be enough.
p.s i am happy to tell you that disgusting rags start smelling like fresh waffles after a bubble bath with baking powder!