Sugar & Spice & Vulnerability

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; . . . who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.”—Theodore Roosevelt

Using edible mediums to create is such a delicate process. The creations themselves are some of the most vulnerable things on this earth, I’m talking to you isomalt (pulled sugar)! This stuff has to be handled gently. Kind of like the human heart, mind and body.

Competing in a sugar show is like having kids. If you wait until you’re ready-you will never do it.

Am I mortified that literally, the only positive remark the judges had for me was that my flag was painted neatly? Absolutely, but it was no accident that the theme for this challenge was a brave and quite stylish person diving into the pages of Dr. Brené Brown’s best seller, Daring Greatly, headed into the site of the Apollo 11 moon landing because, is there a higher dream than landing on the moon? That dream took balls y’all. (I was going to say “guys” but “balls y’all??? #sorrynotsorry) This is where I could make excuses or offer reasons for my less than stellar project but that’s not what Dr. Brown would have me do and all that garbage comes from stories my brain makes up, anyway. I punched vulnerable in the face AGAIN. By butting into another competition I was not even close to being qualified to enter into. Pretty sure after I broke my foot I only finished it BECAUSE I had permission from Brené and her staff. (I can call her Brené because we’re tight like that.) Shoutout to Cookie, yes that’s her real name, for writing me back and giving me the go ahead.🖤

I am so grateful for everything I learned while and after making my Daring Greatly project. I can’t wait to enter my next sugar show…that I will not be qualified for.

Ask me if I care.

I don’t.