The past four days have been a bit of a happy blur, filled with surprises and events and family and friends. My daughter's thirtieth birthday was the reason for all of this hoopla. Plans for the birthday festivities began last January, and you would think that would mean that every detail was handled and things came off without a hitch...and for the most part, that was true.
Actually, the details that were handled by my other daughter were organized, thought out, and did come off without a hitch. The few details left to me, however, were a bit..er...scattered. You see, ever since the move to the Pacific Northwest and all of the stuff that came with it (taking the ginormous leap to following my Bliss very nearly full-time, and moving two times within three months) I have been substantially more disorganized than I was in the past, if that is possible.
I spend a lot of time working on items for my booth space at Camas Antiques, and when I am creating, or pricing, or whatever...I am rather...messy. Consequently, my dining room looks like command central for a mail order house most days, and the vacuum, while it seems to always be sitting out in plain sight, rarely gets turned on to do it's job.
I make to-do lists and lose them, and I simply cannot seem to get caught up on things, let alone get completely unpacked. Because of this, I am mortified to share with you that had a houseguest all weekend that had to clear a spot on the sofa to be able to sit down, and who shared a spot at the kitchen counter to eat with piles of vintage items in various stages of prepping and pricing. All I can say is thank God it was family.
Far worse than this however, was the biggest goof up I have pulled in years. As you can guess, I was in charge of the birthday dessert- cupcakes of course. Easy peasy, right?
Um...apparently notsomuch.
I wasn't asked to do too terribly much for the party, so you would think I'd be all over it, but...I am not sure if time got away from me, or I had too much other stuff going on in my head, but somewhere between a week ago Sunday and yesterday, I experienced a major fail in the cupcake arena.
I managed to bake and freeze cupcakes for my daughter's party a week before the event,(it was last Sunday, but it feels like it was years ago to me...) So far, so good, right?
Ya. That's where it ended. Somehow, as the week progressed, and company arrived on Thursday morning, I then forgot completely that I had baked them, or was in charge of birthday cupcakes or anything remotely related to the cupcakes for the party. To add insult to injury, you should know that the day before the birthday party, we had stopped at a sweet lil' cupcakery and all shared "pre-birthday" cupcakes. (It didn't even jog my memory a teensy bit.) I only realized my faux pas midway through the party when one of the birthday girl's friends asked where the birthday cupcakes might be hiding.
Mmm hmmm. A birthday party with no cake.
You cannot imagine the horror I felt. Oh. My. Ga.
Since the party was in a restaurant in downtown Portland, there was no time for running all the way back home mid-party to thaw-make frosting-decorate and drive back to the party. Nope, not a chance.
Thankfully, the restaurant owner (God bless him!I think he felt badly when he saw a fifty something woman crying like a two year old) ran to a nearby grocery store and got a sheet cake, added 30 candles and hopefully no one (besides me) suffered any permanent mental trauma.
*sigh* The only silver lining (if there is one here) part of this unfortunate story was that my houseguest and I had cupcakes for a midnight snack last night.
...And they were yummy.