I was asked by a friend of a friend to do a favor for a friend. (You see where the problem begins!)
What? Use my cake decorating expertise to skillfully write the name of local dentists on approximately 6 custom made ginger bread houses from LL BEAN? No problem!
What's really in a DETAIL? Who, What, When, Where, How many?
Like....6 is really around 30. I lost count.
Skillfully as in I don't "do" icing from a tube so I had to run to Jo-Ann's and buy some real Wilton materials.
Time? As in I got there at 1 pm and had to be home before Jason's FIRST dual of the year at 5 pm?
Frantically calling my older sister Julie (who is very ill with the stomach flu) to go and get my kids from Borah HS because how do you coach with 3 little kids at your feet?
Oh, this is at 5:30 pm. Still elbow deep in blood red icing. No end in sight!
Perfection? As in out of the 30 I iced, I re-did around 15. Once again, I lost count!
(I am going to leave out the phone calls to Jason trying to explain the "situation" I had gotten myself into for the censor will explode)
Staining off white carpet........ Yep, it got worse. Some of the icing blurped out of the end of the bag on her OFF-WHITE carpet. :) is all I can say!
The light at the end of the tunnel.........................I was done. No more Ginger Bread houses in the Garage, no more red icing, no more sitting "criss cross" apple sauce!
The time you ask.......7:44 pm.
Here are the perks:
AWESOME LADY~Whom I would work for again!
$$$$$ for Ho hO Ho!$$$$$
A neat Ginger Bread House for my kids
Stained red hands! (it's freakin the girls out!)
Going to the brink of HYSTERIA and back