I wanted to be a domestic goddess.
My daughter requested pink be the main color.
Everything went great....
till I tried to frost it.
All my hard work.
MY beautiful cake!!!!! :( :( :(
All my dreams of becoming a domestic goddess crumble to the floor.
Well not really because when my daughter saw it sitting on the counter in all its falling -apart-ness she said in the sweetest most sincere voice "MOM its sooooooo beautiful!"
I'm almost ok now and this post is part of the "get over it, its just a cake" healing process for me.
I have to be able to laugh at these things.