Friday, December 4, 2009

Inanimate Retellings

A four-layer jam cake gone horribly wrong, but we laughed...a lot and that made everything okay. Then, baking with Becky and talking about sorrow and Christmasy things.












And...lots and lots of light. There's a span of time in the early morning when the sun bursts through the high rectangle window in our bathroom, and the whole space glows.



3 comments:

Unknown said...

i love your slippy-slidy jam cake!

Erin said...

1. I can just see you and your mom laughing about the cake, and I smile to myself, because that is so precious.

2. You take lovely pictures. I didn't know our bathroom could be so gorgeous.

3. You need to bake that bread with me one day. Then we'll have four loaves instead of just two.

Unknown said...

love these photos! aw lacey.... inspiring me........