I know it’s something only wrinklies are meant to say as they pick their teeth out of their tea and try not to wee themselves, but the months and years seem to be flying by these days and I just do not know where the time goes. One minute you’re decking halls and drinking too much, the next your watching tennis. And drinking too much.
Yes, it’s summer, sort of – we’ve had one glorious day and now we’re all in socks and sandals with knotted hankies on our heads preparing for a lasting heatwave that I’m not convinced is really here… But June to me means one thing – ‘BIRTHDAY!’ Mine. I won’t tell you how old, but I’m older than Daniel Radcliffe and younger than Daniel Craig (and hotter, obvs).
This year, I was having a bunch of chums over for a garden party/BBQ and I decided to bake a fashion-themed cake, being as I do some scribbling about all things sartorial. So I baked something not unlike the Princess Cake I made previously, only this one was based on one of Raf Simons’ designs for Spring/Summer ’13 at Dior. Here’s the dress…
And here’s the cake…
Yes, I reckon I out-gayed myself with this one. And just when I thought the cake area of the buffet couldn’t get any more camp, my lovely friend Alex arrived with the most amazing rose-iced cake I had ever seen.
As if it wasn’t special enough on the outside, inside was a full on technicolour rainbow situation! It also tasted incredible, which is part of the reason it was only on the table for a nanosecond before being scoffed.
The rest of the day is a sunny, hazy, Cava-fuelled blur, but it was hands down one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had – gorgeous weather, even gorgeous-er people and plenty of amazing cake!