You know that moment when inspiration hits you? Your eyes widen, the old bulb burns brighter, the chorus of Hallelujah bursts forth (I sing a lot while I’m baking). That was how this polaroid cookie idea was for me. It just hit me and I knew I HAD to make these cookies. The only problem was I didn’t have time to play and indulge in my cookie fantasy, so it marinated: I visualized them, I dreamt about them for weeks; this idea just wouldn’t let go! So, finally I had some time last night and the idea that wouldn’t die came to life.
This was a completely selfish project as my children went hungry last night while I painted my pictures, until Mr. John saw I had that glassy-eyed, paintbrush wielding look that told him food would not be forthcoming, and grabbed some Taco Bell (he is such a gem!) I think I might have even hissed at him?
So I’m glad to say, I am no longer a woman posessed. I got my idea down on cookie. The Hallelujah chorus in my head has quieted… for now.
Until the next thing develops