I am not entirely sure when I became “that girl who makes the huge cupcakes”, but somewhere along the line it happened. And although I didn’t set out to become that girl on purpose, now that I am her (and have a calendar filled with giant cupcake weddings for this year), Im thinking she’s a pretty shnazzy gal to be!
Especially after I saw the pictures that Melissa at Green Pomme Photography captured of my latest one!
Gorgeous, yes? And so begins my summer with these plus-sized beauties…
xo,
And this one smells especially like delicious strawberries!
** cake will be made for Mother’s Day weekend: not before, not after. Pickup only. You don’t technically have to be a mom to win it, but there had better be some mom’s involved in eating it :) **
xo,
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I went out to deliver wedding cupcakes today and happened to be looking a lot shmaggier than usual. Like really really shmaggy, the kind of shmag I reserve for dropping the kids off at school or when I’ve been up all night with a puker or something. To help you visualize, its usually something like this: rippy jeans and my ugly purple boots, yesterdays eye makeup, weird hair, gross nails, an ill fitting top designed to hide bloat because I ate cold pizza for breakfast, you know, that kind of thing. I fondly refer to this style as “Mom-chic” or “Dont-Judge-Me Couture” and I never ever appear as such when I’m out and about on official Buttercream Couture business. Except for today…
Today I was sorta rushed and sorta lazy and sorta just not wanting to pull out all the paint and glue just to deliver cupcakes ten minutes from my kitchen. It was no big deal, Im always in and out before anyone gets there anyways so I wasn’t too worried about my less-then-professional appearance.
That, of course, was before I realized that there had been a major time related miscommunication and I walked into an already started reception to set up my display. Ooooooomigosh, I was HORRIFIED!!! Guest were mingling, lining up for food, enjoying the festivities and in walks the greasy cake lady with cases of cakey-makey things and undressed cupcakes and all the back and forth from the car… right through the middle of the party. Not only did I have to set up the whole display in a rush in front of a live audience (and for those of you who do this for a living, you know its not great for everyone to see the work in progress, you want them to just be stunned by the finished product!!) I had the added benefit of looking like the exact opposite of anyone you would ever want touching your food.
What I want people to think I look like when I am making their desserts:
What I actually look like when I am making their desserts:
Luckily for all of you I am willing to share my top three wisdom nuggets from todays experience of having my shmaggery on display for loads of dressed-up strangers:
# 1. Don’t tell yourself that its okay to look like a bag lady “just this once” whenever you are operating in the professional capacity (even if you are an impostor professional, like me). If the barn needs painting, you paint the barn, amirite?
# 2. If asked what company you are from by sceptical wedding guests, LIE!!!! LIE THROUGH YOUR TEETH!!! Or pretend you don’t speak english.
# 3. A large fries from McDonalds, consumed asap after leaving the venue, will help alleviate some of the post traumatic stress. Dipping the fries in ice cream or chocolate sauce or anything that doubles the already enormous caloric intake will relieve it almost entirely.
So basically, it was a bit of a nightmare. My hubby, who I called during a fit of roadside hysterics on the way home, thinks I am completely over reacting, that it is funny and I should just not think about it anymore. Yeah, THAT’S gonna happen.
xo,
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