I don't think I can go through the end of February without at least sharing you my rose cupcakes. They are special to me, because, they are my first project from the moment I learned how to do them. And now, that first time felt like forever. Every petal seem to have become better and prettier, curving more naturally and behaving just the way it should. I remember telling my sister that rose making has become therapeutic for me, and if only I can afford it, I will make them the whole day, lost in my own thoughts, and patiently molding every bud, every petal.As I place them on every cupcake surrounded with leaves, I wax nostalgic as I think of how women of before put so much time and effort onto their crafts. Gone were the days of planning several days before of today's dinner; of creating one's own family bread. Admittedly, I am guilty of such brevities. But, it's good to stop once in a while and reflect. I cherish those times when I can let my hair down, try a new recipe for the family to love or hate, and not quick to move in deference to work.
It just makes me realize how much I love my work, what it makes me create and enjoy at the same time and most importantly, I am thankful for the kind of time it allows me to have. Because in the end, it's great to be able to sit comfortably and make some roses.