(Unless the negative is finding out I lost four pounds. That's a minus I can get on board with.)
My oldest step-daughter, M, turned 9 a week or so ago. Remember last year when I made this cake for her and it turned out surprisingly well? I decided to try and keep the tradition alive.
M is obsessed with Hannah Montana and had mentioned a few times that a guitar cake would be super cool to have for her b-day.
So, while Hubs painted her newly acquired cast (she had surgery on her foot), I worked in the kitchen trying to make a really rad guitar cake.
I ate frosting.
(A lot of it.)
I completed the cake - and M was very happy with the result. Without patting myself on the back too much, I was darn happy with it, too.
(What an artistic woman I am. Kind of like Van Gogh. But with both ears. And without insanity. (Sometimes.))
See the pics below! Tomorrow is TMI Thursday, and it's gonna be a good one, so come back and visit me.
Yes, Hubs painted that cast by himself. And no, Hubs is not for sale. I'm keeping him for a long, long time.
The Guitar Cake, complete with microphone.
Blowing out the candles...