As briefly as I can ramble
I have a few moments while my Mac updates so I will take a second to post an update.
The wedding cake was a success. I mean, I can look at it and see flaws, but I'd prefer to think of these things as "things I'd do differently next time". If I had a super-power it would be a freakish eye for detail, and I sometimes have to remind myself that a) what I see might not be noticed by most, and b) we are our own harshest critics, and what I deem to be sub-par work/performance/product on my part is usually good-to-excellence by other people's scale. I think it's always good to strive to achieve new heights, but one shouldn't beat themselves up to do it. Just keep enough "it's not good enough" so that you never become complacent, I say.
Was up pretty much all night Friday, and was running on Rockstar mocha and adrenaline. It's amazing what you can accomplish when you simply have to.
Had fun with Lil' D at The Ontario Science Centre on Saturday morning, though I have to say I had an eyeball on the clock at all times. Despite this, we left an hour later than I wanted to, and I had to rush home to cover the last cake in fondant, jam in the dowels, pack it all up and go. I arrived at The Old Mill at 4pm, assembled the cake, adhered the dragée and cake topper using Royal Icing, and that took me over an hour. I snuck out of there closer to the start of the wedding than I was comfortable with, but the point was that I got it finished, it looked lovely--considering it was my first wedding cake--and I got texts later confirming that the bride and groom both loved the taste. (ASIDE: I was very confident in the chocolate-raspberry layer, perhaps the best cake I've ever made, but I didn't love the texture of Martha Stewart's "Perfect" white cake. I probably botched it, but despite the density it at least tasted good and sometimes that's all that matters.)
Phew!
You want photos? You got'em.
I wont' lie, when I left the Old Mill I got in my car and the tension broke. Had a good cry of celebratory tears that was awfully cleansing.
Now, though, I'm experiencing a case of the "Glad it's over, what now?"s. You know what I mean? That feeling that something you've been giving all of your energy to is now over, and you feel like something's missing?
Guess I've got to pour my energy into renos. J's off this week while he waits for his new job to start, and we have high hopes that he and Tom will pull this thing together and that come the end of the weekend, the ordeal will be over. Wish us luck.
Tonight: Bells practice.
Tomorrow morning-lunch: Bells performance at Kensington Community School. One of the ringers Tracey is a teacher there, so we're having a mini-performance for the kids. My "live studio audience" skills will be tested! Eep!
Well that wasn't brief at all!
The wedding cake was a success. I mean, I can look at it and see flaws, but I'd prefer to think of these things as "things I'd do differently next time". If I had a super-power it would be a freakish eye for detail, and I sometimes have to remind myself that a) what I see might not be noticed by most, and b) we are our own harshest critics, and what I deem to be sub-par work/performance/product on my part is usually good-to-excellence by other people's scale. I think it's always good to strive to achieve new heights, but one shouldn't beat themselves up to do it. Just keep enough "it's not good enough" so that you never become complacent, I say.
Was up pretty much all night Friday, and was running on Rockstar mocha and adrenaline. It's amazing what you can accomplish when you simply have to.
Had fun with Lil' D at The Ontario Science Centre on Saturday morning, though I have to say I had an eyeball on the clock at all times. Despite this, we left an hour later than I wanted to, and I had to rush home to cover the last cake in fondant, jam in the dowels, pack it all up and go. I arrived at The Old Mill at 4pm, assembled the cake, adhered the dragée and cake topper using Royal Icing, and that took me over an hour. I snuck out of there closer to the start of the wedding than I was comfortable with, but the point was that I got it finished, it looked lovely--considering it was my first wedding cake--and I got texts later confirming that the bride and groom both loved the taste. (ASIDE: I was very confident in the chocolate-raspberry layer, perhaps the best cake I've ever made, but I didn't love the texture of Martha Stewart's "Perfect" white cake. I probably botched it, but despite the density it at least tasted good and sometimes that's all that matters.)
Phew!
You want photos? You got'em.
I wont' lie, when I left the Old Mill I got in my car and the tension broke. Had a good cry of celebratory tears that was awfully cleansing.
Now, though, I'm experiencing a case of the "Glad it's over, what now?"s. You know what I mean? That feeling that something you've been giving all of your energy to is now over, and you feel like something's missing?
Guess I've got to pour my energy into renos. J's off this week while he waits for his new job to start, and we have high hopes that he and Tom will pull this thing together and that come the end of the weekend, the ordeal will be over. Wish us luck.
Tonight: Bells practice.
Tomorrow morning-lunch: Bells performance at Kensington Community School. One of the ringers Tracey is a teacher there, so we're having a mini-performance for the kids. My "live studio audience" skills will be tested! Eep!
Well that wasn't brief at all!