What do you get after 8 hours, 6 different jars of frosting dye, 1 pkg of fondant, two hands perma dyed, arthritic old lady hands, 10+ trips back and forth from the fridge to harden frosting, blood (cut myself with serrated knife), sweat, and tears?
Not too shabby hey?
I took on this bad boy all by my lonesome this time so don't look too close at the star tipping job. I did not think it would take me as long as it did, but alas I finally finished the sucker at 3:00 in the am. I wish I could say that I went to bed after that, but the party prep required more of my attention party pictures to follow later.