Let them eat cake

This may come as a shock to some people but I'm very intimidated by crafty things. It's true. I used to stay home from any kind of young women's activities that were remotely crafty, and I regarded crafty projects at school with a substantial amount of dread. I could go into all sorts of psychological analysis as to why this is the case, but suffice it to say I now believe it comes out of a feeling of inferiority to my mother. End of analysis.

So, Tuesday night our RS hosted a cake-decorating enrichment activity. Now, I've learned that there are many requirements of a mother that are out of my comfort zone, and one of those is coming up with a drop-dead incredible cake to ooh and aah the critical eyes and mouths of birthday party attendees. This, as everyone knows, is all part and parcel with becoming the perfect mother, and, feeling the need to rise to the occasion and take full part in my official duties, I signed up.

All day Tuesday I tried to come up with an excuse not to go. I hadn't paid my money yet, perhaps they weren't planning on me. My sister was in heart surgery, perhaps I should stay home to wait for her return home. Baby was teething, surely DH wouldn't be able to comfort him should he wake up. Fighting off each excuse as they presented themselves, I knew in my heart that the call of duty ought to prevail over squeamishness.

Well, I went, I decorated, and I am almost embarrassed to admit that I enjoyed myself. This is the result.

And here we are, enjoying the spoils of victory the next day. DS, as you can see, is making a very good recovery from her procedure. Mr. Clown, unfortunately had a very short life, and suffered the sad end of decapitation.