23/05/2026
Nobody talks about this side of running a bakery.
Not the cakes. Not the markets. Not the pretty photos.
Just eight aprons emerging from a wash cycle having somehow formed a single, sentient textile organism.
For the record, they all went in tied individually.
They untied themselves, ignored my efforts entirely, and have re-emerged as one giant apron-based friendship bracelet.
30 minutes of untangling ahead. 🫠