This is the last birthday post. Promise. And it’s mostly photos, so give me a break, okay?! I’m in my first year as a mother and I’m a feeler. You had to know I was going to need room to process it all.
This is my first ever attempt at working with fondant icing. The black was quite hard to work with because it showed up every little fleck and imperfection. I thought I could clean it up by wetting it a bit….MISTAKE. Ah well, you live you learn. I used a ladybird mould from Marks and Spencer which was a really easy guide for strategic icing placement.
Since my dream of being cast as Eponine in Les Misérables has never come to fruition, I instead take full advantage of every opportunity I have to belt out, “Happy Birthday” to a captive audience. The Duchess loves a good song and dance, but really didn’t know what to make of 15 people staring her down and singing directly to her. Also, notice the candle has already gone out. I am too lost in
my (ahem) her moment to notice.
A spotty dress, a spotty cake, and a spotty first birthday present are essential. We are unsure how she’d cope with a ride-on, but she is loving her new Hippychick ladybird wheelybug. So she treats it like The Big Brown One and pulls it around the house like it’s a giant ladybird on a lead – I say that is way better than sitting on the thing.
And the highlight? Talking IgglePiggle, oh and the teeny tiny fact that Grams flew over the Atlantic to spend the week with the birthday girl. The bags under my eyes are because of that blasted ladybird cake. Who knew what exhausting work baking a cake could be?! She might have to be an only child because I don’t know if I can handle making more than one of those a year.