It was a very busy weekend in our house, starting Friday evening and pulling straight through to Sunday night. Friday brought a mere two hours of sleep as I made sense of 125 cupcakes, a cake for cutting, and a groom's cake for a Saturday wedding.
I read a Facebook post requesting an "inexpensive bakery" in Augusta, and with no thought I replied something like, "Well, right now it's my kitchen." After a day's banter she decided to let me do it, and everything went very smoothly from that moment.
All of the ordering went very smoothly, the baking went well, but on Friday night I sat down for a moment to relax with a Diet Coke. Langston approached me to ask for some of my "juice," and saying "no" was just not acceptable to him. He stuck his finger in the opening of the can, and ever so slightly slit it open (his finger, not the can). Langston has not seen blood in over a year, and as P went to find a bandage, Langston began to fuh-reak.
"Red, Red, RED!!!!!! RED!!!!"
The bandage bothered him even more than the blood, and the only thing that soothed him was mommy's hands (both of them) covering the "owee" up. For an hour or more.
Although I began a few hours late, I finished everything on time and made it to Washington, GA without a single tragedy (Oh, come on. Twas nothing but a flesh wound).
P came with me to help me piece together the "Cupcake Tree." OK. And to take a few pictures. And because he smells good.
|Ribbon Cake, Cupcake Tree|
|Apple Green Wedding Cake|
The cake topper the bride used had been used for generations of weddings. How romantic!
The groom was the drummer for the band the "Dead Confederates" for a decade, so the bride asked that the groom's cake resemble a drum.
|Dead Confederates Drum Cake|
Pardon my ignorance, but those little silvery screwy things- well, I intended to make 6 of them, but I then got so caught up in symmetry that I ended up with four. I could have made 8, but that didn't seem like a very good idea at 3:30 AM. I think it still looks like a drum.
All in all, I am really pleased with the way everything turned out, although it was a bit stressful at times. All throughout the making of these cakes, and while setting them up- I prayed for my friend and her (now) husband. I prayed for so many years of togetherness, unity, and love.
I did. I prayed for you, "K!"
So now that that's over, we are on to other things... like hair and makeup for four other weddings in the next three weeks. And maybe some knitting. And (squeal) a trip to New York.
May your day be beautiful.