We’re throwing Phoebe’s fifth birthday party in a dozen hours, and she has graciously requested a Christmas-themed party.  I say “gracious,” because this allowed me buy most of the party supplies 1/2-price during after-Christmas sales and gave me a great excuse for procrastinating on the whole taking-down-of-the-decorations thing.

And how have I repaid her?  By making her not one, not two, but three decorated Christmas cakes.  How hard can it be?  I’m a de-sign-er.  Creative since birth.


Don't laugh.


Seriously, don't laugh at my mad skillz.


I can totally hear you laughing and it's not even funny.

If Martha Stewart saw this, she’d be huddled in a fetal position, rocking back and forth and muttering to herself.  I have my talents, but I don’t think I’m gonna be getting that call from the Ace of Cakes anytime soon.

The best part?  You see that snowman outline in brownish-grayish icing?  Mixed the color myself.  I was all, how do I make brown icing with my four little vials of Adams Extract Food Coloring™?  Scratched my head, knuckled down, and put all that color wheel knowledge into action.  Realizing only after the damage was done, that I was sitting next to a half a tub of chocolate icing.


D’oh!  Brown = chocolate in food language.

I was going to fill the snowman’s hat with crushed chocolate grahams, but now I’m thinkin’ I’ll give myself a pass on that one before I eff it up even worse.

Today’s mantra: It’s made with love, baby.