Bunny get out of there or I'll nibble your tail off!
We just had an old chair reupholstered recently and decided not to have tufted cushions because those damn buttons catch on everything and rip out all the time. In cake form, the only thing buttons have to worry about is my sneaky fingers popping them off and eating them.
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!