Between Rocket and the Farmers' Market, my kids are developing an expensive cupcake habit. All-natural ingredients and pure butter icing don't come cheap. Nothing does these days; I just blew a ton of cash at the market. Then we headed to the grocery store, which just about finished us off. The monstrous wedges of havarti that were a staple for us all last winter have gone from $11.99 to $16.99. Ugh. It's a good thing I'm a good forager - Miss B and I should be able to fill our freezer with raspberries and blackberries and chuckley pears after a couple good trips to our favourite picking patches, and of course there's enough greenery in my garden to keep us in salads. We might even get a potato or two (we've had a dinner of them already, and they were delicious).
The one thing that is cheap is clothes, at least kids' clothes. Too cheap. At the same grocery store, in the clothing section, Miss B picked out a dress that was marked down from whatever it was to $6.84. A hand-dip-dyed (or so it claimed) cotton dress. And as much as I would have loved to say, "Hey, let's just make one of these at home," I know perfectly well that with two toddlers in the house, it's just not going to happen. Or if it does happen, it won't be until such things are so totally out of style that my dear stylish daughter will simply laugh at me. So I bought the $6.84 dress. Really, I don't know which troubles me more: paying to much for things, or too little.
Those kids sure like cupcakes, though. Perhaps I should teach myself how to pipe buttercream into great towering swirls. It seems that's half the appeal.
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