This pile of sweet delights tickles just about every one of my fancies. (All except that Ewan McGregor one.)
This cake makes me think of the book "Afternoon of the Elves" by Janet Talyor Lisle which I read when I was only 11. It's reminiscent of a girl in boots that are too big who spends all her time building houses for elves out of leaves in her back yard. But now she's all grown up and getting married to an equally elvin man and they are having a simple barefoot wedding in the woods.
You guys are kind of hilarious with your debates over old school and new school My Little Ponies and their hairstyles. I'm an old lady so I'm firmly old school and have no idea what's up with these newfangled skinny ponies. Tell me friends, why should an old lady like me bother with these new horsies?
Recently I decided that I'm going to model myself after one of those crazy, artsy, metropolitan wackos who only wears one color every day forever. I've chosen yellow and I figure that in two or three years I can weed out all the clothes that aren't yellow, black, white, grey or bluejeans (because really, who are we kidding here? Jeans are important.) and be a bonafide eccentric.
Everything yellow I see speaks to me. This cake gives me lovely flutters!