06/12/2026
I thought I was making cake toppers. Turns out I’m actually competing in an extreme sport that involves tiny cardstock pieces, precision gluing, and emotional support from caffeine.
My Cricut is working mandatory overtime, my desk looks like a paper tornado touched down, I have cardstock cutouts scattered across every available surface, and these microscopic sprinkle cutouts have me questioning every single life choice I’ve ever made.
At this point, if I sneeze, blink too hard, or make one wrong move, I’m launching about 750 tiny little pieces into another dimension and I’ll be finding them until Christmas 😅
Will the toppers be cute? Absolutely
Will I survive the process? Jury’s still out 💀