I have passed the turning-into-my-mom stage and gone straight to plaid, apparently.
Let me tell you, she loved, LOVED those cookies. But we seldom got to eat any because she got to them first. And then came the disappointment as we sneaked into the kitchen and found the tin under the cabinet, and opened it to find needles and thread. Or tape and pencils. Or ANYTHING BUT COOKIES.
And now guess what?
I can’t wait to finish the cookies so I can use the tin to hold my crap.
At least I get cookies out of this 🙂