Happiness is….friends and a lot of icing sugar

I’ve just read the title I wrote and while I’m going to let it stand, it really could be misinterpreted; so, please, let me explain. A friend asked me when last I was happy once and at the time, I couldn’t really remember. But today, I did recognize it. It’s like your favourite old, soft blanket that you curl up in – that feeling of “ah!”.

There once was four friends who decided that taking a cake decorating course would be fun. So, I arranged for my aunt, cake decorator extrordinaire! to come and teach a private class for us. The first class was a success!  We all did well, and had fun – everything was edible (due to rule #1).

The second class though was serious business. No more practicing on plastic boards we were making flowers coming out of our ears and fancy-schmancy basketweaving work in neon colours (mine was just chocolate, mind you)


But we all laughed together when my rose looked more like it was a dying rose, wide open with its petals about to fall off or when my pansy’s top half wasn’t exactly lined up to the bottom half. And we all “oooo”ed and “aaahhhh”ed when K’s daffy trumpet was pretty or when W’s daisy was all cute and tiny.  And it didn’t matter when J’s basketweave was missing a weave (that was the back of the cake anyway) or when W’s cake sort of sloped gently downwards (that was the front of the cake anyway).

And that was all before we gave K her wedding present and she wouldn’t stop hopping up and down.

Good day.


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