Chocolate banana cake with cake batter frosting and a cute cherry on top, what could be more perfect or delicious? Nothing.
My mother finally confessed: “I didn’t want you to be cool.”
Well that explains a lot.
My mother let me dress myself starting in Kindergarten. Perhaps my love of pink and purple was cute at the start, but then I started rummaging through my brother’s clothes and it took a bad turn. Even in high school I wore a huge leather bomber jacket to match my brother and a choker necklace I made at camp. And let’s not even talk about my makeup choices… My mother was a beauty queen! How could she let her only daughter out of the house like that?
She let me cut my own hair. Let me tell you, cutting your own bangs the night before school pictures is not a good a idea. Bangs for me at all is a bad idea.
My mother brushed my hair. Curls and brushes just don’t go well together, so that and my big glitter phase made me look like an 80’s movie star. Not a good look for a 10-year-old.
My nickname given to me by the parents: “The Eating Machine.” I ate everything in my path (and looked like it too).
Congrats Mother, I was not one of the “cool” kids. But I wouldn’t have had it any other way
These beautiful greaseproof cupcake liners are from Sweets & Treats
Sometimes this happens. And that’s the kitchen floor, so this one went to the trash.