Quite a ripe toma-tah if I ever saw one. #1950sslang
Imagine my dismay at realizing that not all tiny roses taste like buttercream. Also, sorry about your roses, Grandma.
I cannot be blamed for sticking my finger in this cake. The textures were too much for me.
Real flowers die, twine and felt is forever!
Well, I know where I'm planting myself for the rest of the reception. MOAR GRAHAM CRACKERS, JEEVES!
Here, have one of these chocolate feels.
I sort of really just want to touch the white skirt. SO FUZZY.