Wild blueberries make me all giddy for summer. Picking them off the bush when they're warmed by the sun, it's almost impossible to not eat them all and have some left over for cake.
Clearly someone is welcoming a new little girl into the world here. The matryoshka cookies especially look so motherly and nurturing. They'll take extra good care of a new mother with their iced sweetness. Plenty of my friends have kids but I can easily say that none of them have had such expertly made adorable treats at a shower. Up the ante, friends!
I'm sure we've all dreamed from time to time about having a tasty treat so large that we could essentially live on it. I'd like to think that I'd have enough restraint to not eat until comatose. Oh who am I kidding? I'd end up flat on my back like Homer there in about ten minutes.
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!
I'll admit it, I'm a grown woman with a not entirely ironic fondness for Twilight. I'm not a mom, I'm not living vicariously through my teenage daughters (because, ick). I'm just a person who sometimes loves reading really schlocky, badly-written novels with quickly moving plot lines. I wouldn't be ashamed of this cake showing up on my birthday, except that Edward looks a little sickly gray and moldy. Not a good look for a sparkly vampire.
Some people might look at this cake and think "Wow, someone needs to lay off the foundation!" but I can tell you, being a former MAC employee, it's addictive stuff. There was a time when I, who currently needs to make a real effort to put on mascara every day, would have DIED over this cake. I could have told you the names of the exact shades of every product shown because let me tell you, any MAC freak worth her salt (or sugar) would DEMAND authenticity in color here. Oh the memories.