Charlotte turned 8 yesterday. She is in such a hurry to grow up. She loves her birthday. Me? I suffer anxiety at the thought of planning a party, dealing with invitations and RSVPs (why oh why do people seem to think responding to an invitation is optional??) and the cake. The cake. Every year I think I should just take the easy (and expensive) way out and order one from the grocery store. Some years I do. This year Charlotte asked for a chocolate cake with pink icing. I thought to myself "I could do that!" Then I searched Pinterest. Pinterest. That mystical world where everything but preserves are put in Mason Jars and the world is carefully edited and filtered and curated into pretty little boxes. Everything has to be home made in Pinterest land. Everything.
|"Easy" birthday cakes?? Really??|
|This looks a little more doable...|
Well, Charlotte didn't get a Pinterest-perfect cake. The icing is from a can and the writing looks like one of her brothers did it. The sugar flowers came out of a box in the cake-decorating section at the local big-box store.
Thankfully my kids don't care if their world is Pinterest-perfect. I need to stop caring a bit more too.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY CHARLOTTE!