Let Them Eat Cake

Good gravy, what a morning! I've been up since 2 a.m., how about you? I accepted a cupcake job last week that grew and grew until it reached 1300 (mini cupcakes, that is)! 2/3 of the order was dropped off this morning, the last of it tomorrow.

So pretty much here's how it went down:

Last week in Utah (I went to Utah!) Emily the design goddess rocked my world and made me a logo and business cards in an evening. (I'll have to show you those soon!)

The day after I returned home from my Utah trip I took in a sample box of cupcakes to an office and left with an order 6 times larger than any I've ever done.

This morning at 2 I peeled my carcass out of bed and got to work in the kitchen and watched my friend, Jessie's Honda pull in my driveway. She was my sous pastry chef. True friend, I am telling you what.

Jessie and I baked and frosted and decorated from 2 until 7, stopping only to eat cereal, feed the baby, and almost cuss about burning a batch.

Taylor got up and replaced Jessie when she left for work. Then we called in major 11 and a halfth hour back up--Sara (s-i-l) and Shane, the newly betrothed.

Next my s-i-l Jill arrived to be there when my kids woke up and tend them while I delivered the cakes. Everyone helped box the 858 minis and delicately pack the boxes in the back of my van.

I delivered the cakes at 9:30, a half hour late. But they were beautiful and well received.

After a quick run for some final ingredients for tomorrow's baking, I arrived home to find Jill, Sara, and Shane still there. They had washed all the batter and frosting bowls, tidied the kitchen, started on the behemoth pile of laundry, vacuumed the entire house, mowed and edged the front and back lawns, picked up all the toys, made my bed, and tended the boys.

Are you kidding me? Unbelievable.

So here I am at 2:49 p.m. baking up tomorrow's cakes and playing with the boys out front. Thanks to the darling people in my life 858 cupcakes doesn't even feel that crazy.

OK maybe a little.

And, because I'm feeling a little silly (maybe it's the 3 hours of sleep?), and owing to the title of this post, I give you: Anne Marie Antoinette

(when you're furniture-sitting stuff that looks like it came from Versailles, you have to take advantage...)

I think I should take a nap.

xo,
anne