Well, I mean a cake that my friend Princess was delighted with at least...
|I tried to get the flowers the same as her bouquet of Gilmour Girl Roses but my laptop screen distorted the colour somewhat|
Princess is my friend who I introduced a short way down this post. She's is a relatively new friend, we've been proper mates since I was pregnant with Little Cuckoo as she had her second son just 6 weeks before little was born. She is a joy, I love spending time with her. She is articulate and intelligent and I find her great company. I feel bloody thick by comparison, but our shared love of yarn and shoes keeps us nattering for hours so we can avoid more meaty political conversations. I'm a total ignoramus when it comes to politics. It doesn't help that all the party leaders look the same these days. It was so much easier when it was Thatcher and Kinnock barking at each other.
I was both cheered and feared when I saw that the table the cake was to go on was the first thing that guests arriving at the reception would see. I was pleased that Princess had un-erring faith that not only would I make her a worthy cake but that I'd get it there intact. I was pleased as punch when the lady who was waitressing asked if I was a professional cake decorator as she her self has a cake decorating business. I took it as a massive compliment. I admire anyone who does this sort of thing for a living. i'm beginning to believe I can create most cakes given enough practice but I would be a basket case in mo time. Ah man, the stress! My bum was so achey after the car journey I was tensing it up everytime I hit the brakes or drove around a corner.
And here is the bride and groom cutting into the cake. I must say I have eaten a lot of cake in my life and this one was way up there as the nicest cake I've ever tasted. Princess baked the cakes and they were spectacular.
I thought I'd just do a little before and after collage for posterity's sake.
I debated whether to include this photo. This was Mr C's attempt. The top two are pretty good flowers. But then he made a willy and some boobies. Juvenile boy!