For my 30th birthday I had a tray of cream puffs and a zombie themed party. I mean, I'm 22! I'll never get old! Ahem. If I ever do make it to the ripe old age of 30, roses may not be my style, but I could never resist a cake with so much gorgeous work. Gimme those cookies!
Simple flowers, simple cookies, simple plate, simple awesome goodness. How many of these do you think I can fit in my mouth at once?
Like a soft, tiny version of my beloved My Little Ponies of yore, this unicorn has the flowingest mane and tail I've seen since I was seven.
Wouldn't this springtimey cake make a lovely hat for a garden party? I went to a wedding performance art thing once where there was a girl dressed as a wedding cake with real cake on her hat. She wandered through the party and bent down so people could take bites. I'm pretty sure anyone with an edible hat would be the life of the party.
I half expect a playing card minion to come along and start slapping red paint around to cover up for a planting mistake.
The detail on those rose petals are incredible. I would love it if they were minty to match the chocolate mint flavor of the cupcakes.
Here's a subtle way to tell your hubby that those old, greying, hole-filled socks just aren't cutting it anymore.
Are we in the process of painting the roses red? Don't let the queen catch you! Just eat the cake, quick!
I'm just gonna take this home and tuck it into my hope chest instead of eating it. It's far too pretty. Ooh, maybe it'll look nice under a bell jar!
Oh, poor baby isn't old enough to appreciate the glory of this amazing cake. What a shame.
