I visited fancy cake maker, Corinne, to watch her elaborate cake making process. Why? Well, cause it’s cool and why not??
Here’s what I learned from Corinne’s process:
Sketch whatever you’re making first. Don’t try and free flow this thing, unless you’re okay with a potential hot mess. And if you are – may the force be with you, you free spirit, you.
When you roll out fondant, poke holes with a toothpick where there are bubbles and reroll over that area until you have a nice flat surface.
If fondant gets too tacky (sticking to your hands, etc.), walk away for 20 minutes. You know how they say time heals all wounds? Well, apparently it heals tacky fondant as well.
Powdered sugar to fondant is flour to bread. Sprinkle away while you roll it out.
To get level fondant for all your lovely shapes, you can add a gauge to your roller which keeps the entire thing the same thickness. This was mind-blowing to me. You know how you hear of inventions and you’re like – of course! That’s how I felt when I saw this simple add-on. You could totally DIY it and add a rubber band stack around each side of your roller if you don’t want to make the investment.
Once you’ve made your shapes, assembled your cake, or are just taking a breather between fondant making steps – don’t put it in the fridge or freezer. When you take it out of the fridge/freezer, it will sweat. And sweat means things will start to fall off, slide down, look droopy. Corrine learned this one the hard way. The little creature butts below, sat in zip lock bags for a week until she was ready to assemble. Still totally edible!
Have you heard about this whole capsule wardrobe thing? I know, so 2014. But I’ve never been too quick on the uptake. It seems to have had a resurgence on blogs recently and I’ve found myself seeking out endless posts and hoping, through osmosis, my closet (read: style) will be transformed. While I do know that I’m a bandwagon kinda gal, I mean as I type this I’m on day three of no sugar (it’s awful and I stare at my chocolate drawer throughout the day), the capsule wardrobe feels so fresh and seems to simplify life just a little bit.
I recently donated four garbage bags of clothes and still my closet is bursting at the seams. As just two examples of things I held onto after the purge, a bowling shirt and a pair of daisy dukes are still hanging on to their spots on the rack. Let me tell you, I haven’t picked up a bowling ball in five years and my thighs don’t need that kind of sun exposure.
While I haven’t yet over analyzed the idea enough to fully commit, the links below are my current reading inspiration.
For those that like a detailed step-by-step guide, this is your beacon of light.
Ugh, looking at these links shows me the life I want to be living. Of course, as I flipped through the images I thought “How am I going to have a capsule wardrobe without a burnt orange neck handkerchief?” And promptly bought one. I’m totally getting this minimalism thing.
I’ve highlighted about my house over the life of this blog. I thought it was a fun exercise to pick six of my favorite little spots that make it feel like home to me.
This rug from Anthrologie gets so much traction, including, apparently, a casual placement of my curls. I think it jazzes up our living room in the best way possible.
I love art…and art that reminds me of my friends because it’s MADE by them is the icing on the cake. Find out how I put together my California wall in this post.
This plant defied all odds. We put him, yes assign all inanimate objects a gender (much like the French, mais bien sûr!), in this spot with almost no direct sunlight. And he grew and grew…and beat all expectations.
Magoo slept in his crib for the first time last night. I didn’t cry, I swear. But if he’s not going to sleep in a bassinet next to me, this is a pretty awesome second place.
My bar. I spent countless hours picking out a paint color (if you look closely, you can actually see the swatches of different colors I tried on the wall). I went with the stately “Gentlemen’s Grey” and I love it.
This is why we bought the house. The epic view. We are the highest house on a hill which overlooks Boston. We can experience all the seasons in our comfy chair.
And those are the places in my home I’m currently obsessed with.
I want to live in the time of Mad Men when it’s socially acceptable, if not expected, to drink martinis in the middle of the day, wear torpedo bras, and live under the oppressing reign of men. Ok, maybe the time of Joan Holloway is not my golden age, but those hip bar carts conveniently located in offices were trés chic. Or the sign of alcoholism. Stick to the point, Kelly.
I love myself a bar cart and these six range in price, but not in style. Isn’t that sentence just so blog-clever-tastic?
Find your bar cart style based on your personality below. Cart 1 is top left and work your way clockwise.
Cart 1: You’re a wee bit quirky and a whole lot of fun. Known for your ginger lemonade with just a splash of vodka, that’s your kind of wild side.
Cart 2: You’re a simple girl who wants to be casual about this whole “displaying my libations” thing.
Cart 3: A whiskey drinker who lives by the sea. Enough said. Perhaps I’ve already said too much.
Cart 4: Price is not a limitation when considering how to house your fine, yet stylish, booze. Hell, the flowers alone cost more than most pay for their actual bar cart. Living the dream, my friend.
Cart 5: A thrift store junkie who will find booze on sale and make a theme party out of it. Taco Tequila Tuesday anyone?
Cart 6: You’re signature style? A refreshing beverage with just a splash of neurosis.