As it turns out, when you are deathly ill (with a sinus infection caused by allergies, nothing communicable), try not to exhaust yourself. I've been sick for 2 weeks and made 3 cakes in the meantime.
Here is the last. This one broke the camel's back. I died the next night, went to bed at 10:30 pm, passed out mid-cough at 3:30 am. Attempted to wake up at 6 am for work. Luckily I can work hours whenever I need to. But in the interim, I'm even more dead than I was before. Ok, ok, no more stalling, here it is, the most beautiful cake in my repertoire:
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Cakes Close ups of the eggs and bluebonnets are in the album too.
At this time, I have committed to no further caking until I am non-ill and back to 100%. This hobby is terribly addictive though. Two cakes the week before the baby was born. Three cakes around the other baby's birthday. Can't we just have one holiday OR birthday per month?