You Are an Obsession

As the girls happily rolled dough into oblivion yesterday, I got a just a wee bit distracted by my sprinkles. What started out as me giving them a few bottles of sprinks with which to decorate became a full-blown exploration of my collection.

I sorted by color. I arranged by season. I sifted them through my fingers.

It's manic.

In the end, I lost track of what the girls were doing as I compulsively photographed. And photographed. I think they put themselves to bed.

I call this one "Still Life in Sprinkles."

Looking at the entire collection, though, I realize I may be running low.

Mike, if you're reading this: forget the presents of bling or the baubles that glitter, sprinkles are a girl's best friend!