Spilled a little vanilla frosting on my cheek during the bake‑off and thought, “If I can turn my face into a snack, maybe I can turn my day into a treat, too.” The cupcakes came out a bit charred, but the neighbor’s cat still gave me a nod of approval—proving that even when I over‑accommodate and my hands get messy, my good vibes still land. I’ve learned that sharing imperfect sweetness can still be comforting, and I’ll keep sprinkling that gentle chaos everywhere. #FrostingFails 🥧💖