Saturday, September 24, 2011

It’s like a 5-yr-old girl’s birthday party exploded and reformed as a cake.

We had a fall festival at my church tonight and had a cake auction. I signed up to make a cake, thinking I would create some sophisticated and decadent glory of a cake.
Instead, I ended up making a strawberry boxed cake with canned frosting. Oh well. It’s the thought that counts, right?

Anyway, this is the finished product. It’s so magically beautiful.

I’ve heard that it looks like unicorn poop, confetti, an exploded birthday party, and “junk” (according to my sister Julie). But I love it. And if I had given myself more time to work on it, I would have even covered the sides with multi-colored sprinkles.

This is my cake. I regret nothing.