So, I'm pretty much a wreck right now. I did a cake for a friend's foster child (it's probably going to be the only nice cake she's going to get as her drug addicted, homeless, and jobless real parents, who abandoned them in the first place, are probably going to get her back soon). She was turning 2, and having a princess party, and loves butterflies, so I did a princess butterfly cake...spent the past couple of days making a white chocolate tiara with pink poured sugar jewels, 30 gumpaste butterflies, held together with white chocolate...and I am right at 9 months pregnant, so it's been exhausting.
Well, told DH to get the AC going in the car, as it's been close to 90 in Atlanta lately, went down with the cake, and halfway to my friend's house, look down, and a piece of the tiara had fallen off. By the time we got to her house, the whole tiara was a pile of sugar jewels and white chocolate, butterfly bodies and wings were falling off, and I was bawling my head off.
I ran in the house, cried for a while...ended up scraping off the chocolate pile and putting a cheesy plastic tiara on top that my friend just happened to have, and everyone said how pretty the cake was, but all the work I put into it wasn't even seen.
I barely made it home before I lost it, and locked myself in the bathroom to cry for a while. I feel like crap right now...I did get pics pre-disaster but I'm so upset now...Don't think DH understands that being prego isn't exactly helping me, as he says "why are you still crying?" Sigh. I'll post pics later but this may be my last cake.
Well, told DH to get the AC going in the car, as it's been close to 90 in Atlanta lately, went down with the cake, and halfway to my friend's house, look down, and a piece of the tiara had fallen off. By the time we got to her house, the whole tiara was a pile of sugar jewels and white chocolate, butterfly bodies and wings were falling off, and I was bawling my head off.
I ran in the house, cried for a while...ended up scraping off the chocolate pile and putting a cheesy plastic tiara on top that my friend just happened to have, and everyone said how pretty the cake was, but all the work I put into it wasn't even seen.
I barely made it home before I lost it, and locked myself in the bathroom to cry for a while. I feel like crap right now...I did get pics pre-disaster but I'm so upset now...Don't think DH understands that being prego isn't exactly helping me, as he says "why are you still crying?" Sigh. I'll post pics later but this may be my last cake.
