It's No Cakewalk

Let me tell you a sad story about a poor, disillusioned girl...we'll call her "Jamie".

Jamie had dreams of decorating cakes. Big, beautiful cakes with pretty flowers and bows. She was sure she could do it, with the right knowledge and the right tools.

She set out to achieve her dreams. She bought a cake leveler, and a spatula, and even a fancy cake dome.

She enrolled in a class all about cake decorating, and she had so much fun learning how to make frosting and roses and stars.

There was just one problem. She wasn't very good at it. Her roses and her stars looked the same. Come to think of it, all her decorations just looked like giant globs of frosting.

But that didn't deter Jamie. Oh, no.

"Practice is what I need," she thought.

Poor, naive Jamie. She just didn't quite understand that cake decorating wasn't in her skill set.

And, in her blissful ignorance,  she decided that she would decorate a cake. But not just any cake. A very important cake, for a very important day. Her daughter's {we'll call her Milly}birthday.

She realized too late that she was not up to the task, and on the eve of the party, she began to stress.

And bite her fingernails.

And cry.

And she asked her bloggy friends to please pray that her cake would turn out ok.

And she asked her family to please not laugh when they saw the cake.

And she put Dairy Queen on speed dial just in case a back up ice cream cake was needed.

And she hoped to high heavens that her cake would not end up on here.

How did it turn out? I'll let you know after Lily, er, Milly's birthday party tomorrow.

I'll take pictures.

Maybe.