I was planning on recounting our week filled with a string of anything that can go wrong will go wrong situations, but I’ll keep it short. It was a week where just when you thought you were as low as you could go, or you made the biggest mistake you could make, you get more bad news and you make a costly error. You know like you’re getting kicked while you’re down. Over and over again.
First, if we don’t get some business either in the cookie sales or the bake shoppe, there very well may not BE a business to blog about. Instead you’ll be reading about us living in the streets wearing nothing but potato sacks, begging for change.
Second, it’s extremely rewarding running your own business, working for yourself (in actuality you’re working for your customers) making your own schedule and your own rules. But as good as it can be, it can be equally as bad and stressful. When you need to order supplies, the bills keep piling in, no one seems to like your product (at least not enough to BUY it), and more super giant SCARY bills keep piling on top of the already heaping mound of other bills. You wonder when you will ever get to go on a real honest to goodness vacation. You know the kind that you actually go to the airport, get on a plane and go somewhere really fun? You also wonder how many more nights you can eat spaghetti, when you might be able to get some new underwear, when you can have satellite t.v. again, when you might have time to sit and read a book (in the sun). Oh I could go on, but I know there are people out there who have it worse and I seem like a big baby because I need new undies.
Just so you don’t think I’m a hypocrite, talking about woe is me, we have no extra $$. Then we go away for the weekend, see a show and go out to eat. Let me just say that this trip was planned 3 months ago when cash flow was decent. (not great, but DECENT). The show was paid for then and we’ve been saving and had a very tight, and tiny budget for one night out on the town.
My BIL threw a surprise 40th birthday party for Dave’s sister and we helped out with the save the dates, invitations, menu cards, party favors, dessert and cake.

I decided that we would build our own cupcake stand. I used floral foam, wrapping paper and ribbon. While constructing my fancy stand, I ran out of foam and broke the hot glue gun. Dave went to get more of the foam blocks and the store was out, so he improvised.

He used liquid nails to glue the foam together after I killed the hot glue gun.

The color scheme on the invites and everything else was pink, green, and purple.
Now that the stand it built, all I have to do is change out the paper and ribbon for different displays.

I made a triple layer, 6 inch square cake for the tippy top, with some daisy cookies on sticks coming out of the top.
The cake is a little warped, but it’s kind of Suessical, I think.

The cake suffered a bit on the 4 hour trip and I lost a few melted cupcakes as well.

I made the mistake of frosting them and NOT chilling them in the freezer before the journey.

My wacky cake. All the pictures at the party came out blurry, AND I had to use flash, which I hate.

I brought 3 dozen peonies from Frost Hill Farm.
The car smelled heavenly with all the peonies. If you’re ever in the area when they’re open, you should stop by, it’s a beautiful place.

I arranged them in mason jars tied with pink, green and purple ribbons.

The room all set up.

Each place setting got a menu card and a cookie favor.
The party was a success and the Birthday Girl was surprised.

The party was Saturday night, Sunday we drove to M’s house and hung out for a while, then headed into the city to check out a new cupcake shop, Sweet.

Next, we went to Newbury Comic’s so Dave could return some things and use up a gift card. We stopped at Tapeo on Newbury Street for $5 tapas and sangria at the bar. Everything we ordered was great. As you can see by the plates that we licked clean. I don’t know why this place gets such mixed reviews. M and I loved the sangria and all three of us loved the food and atmosphere. And at $5 each for the the tapas, it was a fabulous bargain for our meager budget.
One last stop before the show, Dillon’s on Boylston St. where B joined us for a quick casual dinner. Our meals here were very satisfactory, and I suspect they make a great burger, but after the big meaty meal we had at the birthday party, Dave and I weren’t in the mood for more meat so we got falafel sandwiches. Certainly not as good as falafel at Rami’s in Coolidge Corner, but good enough for us to eat every bit of the food on our plates.
The evening was wrapped up with a performance by Madeleine Peyroux at the Berklee Performance Center.
The show was great, she was amazing.
By Monday morning we were feeling positive, refreshed and ready to get back to work. Then on the way home a rock hit the wind shield and put a nice hole in it. I’m sure our insurance won’t cover it as our deductible is high, so pile that right on top of the stack of bills…………….
****And I’ve conceded to the friggin’ “OPEN” flag, only to find out it’s going to cost us $80 (not just the flag, but you do need a flag pole and some hardware which costs $5o). Who knew an ugly flag could be so expensive?****