I demand that forever starting now every flower arrangement that crosses my path shall have a kitty face in it.
This taps right into that toddler part of the brain where you want to pick up a whole pie and smash your face into it. Taking a big ol' spoon and jamming it into a jar of cake and frosting and having no regard for the mess you're inevitably going to make sounds so childishly satisfying. Where's my big spoon?
I need to sit down. I need to breathe calmly into this bag to keep from fainting because this is possibly the most perfect cake I have ever seen and I've been looking at cakes for a long while, my friends. I marvel at the gradient pinks, the delicate layers, the thin filling that doesn't interrupt the gorgeous color. And the little paper banner on top! Perfection! I can die happy now, thanks!
You guys, this is a CAKE. It's EDIBLE! Even the embroidery floss and the cameo buttons and the pincushion! The baker must have spent a considerable amount of time in a chilly room to keep all the components from melting. I mean really, how do you sew sugar buttons on a sugar card with sugar thread?!