Look what I carried home on the el. My first three tiered wedding cake. We had to practice rolling fondant and making different kinds of decorations. Then we stuck our little gum paste bouquets in the top.
Pearls
Delicate, frilly thing
Purple, pointy, swoopy thingy
A close up of my broken, yet still sparkly, lily. It was sticking out of my purse on my way home while I carried the cake. I lost one pedal when I sat down and heard a crunch. I thought it would be okay the rest of the way home. Then as I was walking I heard another crunch. It fell out of my bag on the cold, hard, ruthless sidewalk.
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