Sweet mornings of flour and frosting.
Sugar, flour, vanilla, one very blue stand mixer: the whole counter has been laid out in watercolor across pale sky blue, down to the chocolate chip cookies, the strawberry-topped cupcakes, and a checked oven mitt waiting for someone brave. A blush pink ruffle winds down the front and repeats at the wrists and ankles. She will not be measuring anything for a few years yet, but she can supervise from your hip, sniffing the vanilla and reaching for the wooden spoon. Buttery soft to wear while the kitchen warms up and the timer counts down, with flip paws for the chilly wait by the oven door.
