Someday I'll have a big ol' house with a dressing room decorated in all frilly pinkness and lace and I'll hire someone to keep it clean and organized for me and all the lighting fixtures will look like this.
I love the idea of seed bombing public places. Why shouldn't a bare lot be covered in lovely wildflowers?
I love Paris, I love pretty cakes, I love pink flowers, I love hand drawn decorations. This cake, it is made entirely of love.
I suppose you could mount this on your bus pass if you must but it really isn't necessary.
Oh, poor baby isn't old enough to appreciate the glory of this amazing cake. What a shame.
Next time I move homes I want a cake in the shape of my new house. There must be something symbolic about eating a replica of your home. What could it mean?