The Last Cupcake......

I went to frost the cupcakes this morning when they cooled from the oven and discovered that my Spackle was rock hard. My other choice was gesso. That was just right.

My cupcakes don't compare to the ones that some of the others in blog land make, but they must taste OK. Tessie and the gang seem to like them.

She volunteered to help frost......Yes......Ulterior motives were uppermost in her mind.

She got a lot more frosting on her fingers(she had to stop and lick it off about every 5 minutes)than she did on the cupcakes.

I kept hearing,"Oops! There goes another one." She figured out that if she dropped a cupcake it would automatically land frosting side down on the tile. They are top heavy, don't you know? Then, since the tile was clean, she could get away with scooping it up with the end of a toothpick. Then she would announce,"Oh no! This can't go back in the bowl. I guess I will just have to make the sacrifice and eat it."

After losing a number of cupcakes to that ploy, I shooed her away and told her to go see if the varnish was dry on the work table for the tea room.

That kept her out of my hair, and the cupcakes for about ten minutes. I managed to get some decorations on three of the larger cakes while she was away. I used tiny hole-less beads on two of them and a yellow silk rose on another. I hear that people are decorating their real wedding cakes with silk flowers nowadays. If big people can do it, I don't see why mini people can't do it too.

When she returned, she started pointing here and there, saying,"I'll have that one and that one and those over there." Then she said, "Can't you frost any faster?"

I ignored her. She left.

I started hearing rattles and bangs in the tea shop. Then I noticed that some of the cakes were disappearing in little puffs of smoke. Strangely, they seemed to be the very ones that she had pointed at.

I heard voices in the tea shop. Curiosity got the better of me. I went and looked.

There was Tessie in her director's chair and Zar was standing close by with a strawberry cupcake in hand.

The table was covered with cakes and each of them had a cup of tea.

I heard Tessie say,"OK. This is your last free cupcake, Balthazar." She always uses his full name when she is serious."This is, after all, a business and I have to make money. If you keep eating the merchandise, I will be closed in a week."

Actually, I was thinking that it would be a shorter length of time than that, because.......I am NOT making more cupcakes to fill the cupboards. If Tessie wants more, she is going to have to make them herself. It is her business!

I am going to go do something in big people size, as Tessie calls it. It's her turn to mind the store.

See you tomorrow.