This postcard was made by Cute Like Candy Corn, which is appropriate, as I believe Sara is a fan of candy corn. And cute postcards. You can find them on Etsy.
She reports that she had just woken up from a lovely afternoon nap.
My favorite kind of day.
The Albina Library has this display about Coretta Scott King. I enjoyed reading it.
This was my favorite part:
Initially, I wondered who the author of this great display was, but further research has shown that it was curated by students from a local elementary school, presumably Dr. Martin Luther King Elementary School. The quote make a little more sense in that context.
Thank you, Black History Festival NW, for this display.
Guess what age my mother is turning this year?
Did you guess 82? Gold star! This is a white velvet cake with ermine frosting.
I really liked this recipe. The cake instructions were incredibly thorough, and had some good tips I will incorporate going forward. And it was my first time making ermine frosting (which is a fancy name for boiled frosting, something I’ve wondered about for years but have never made.) It was not as magical as when buttercream frosting comes together, but it was less stressful and had a just-right sweetness.
Mom was also a fan.
Portland Center Stage did Portland a favor by staging this play in January and February 2026. Because boy howdy, did we all need to come together and laugh.
The laughs started early when the stage manager recruited someone from the audience to help them shored up the mantel. While the stage manager ran off to get something to affix the mantel to the wall, she left the volunteer on stage. Another stage manager-type person appeared, and wanted the volunteer to sweep instead of hold the mantel, so the volunteer did. And thus it continued.
The play went terribly wrong.
While the depiction of the female characters hasn’t aged terribly well (Scantily clad catfight? Really?) the play was otherwise the most rejuvenating things I’ve encountered this winter. Everyone did a great job, but I will probably forever say, “A ledger????” in the style of Darius Pierce when I’m hunting for something I know was placed in a specific place but can no longer be found in that place.
If the Play that Goes Wrong is playing near you, do yourself a favor and attend.
Hanging on the bathroom door:
