Say, you hate covering in fondant.
Say, you hate smoothering even more.
Say, you always manage to get a fingernail, thumb or elbow imprint in your cake somewhere. Or two.
Say, a bride comes up to you, and sais: You know what would be brilliant? If you make my wedding cake, one of those ***y naked ones! With some ruffles on the bottom, and some flowers on top, and absolutely nothing in between. With a double barrel. And sharp edges of course. And oh, it’s gonna be in the middle of the room, so it can’t have a ‘backside’.

Then any selfrespecting non-smoothering kinda girl would say: bridezilla, take a hike and do it yourself!
So I said: bridezilla, take a hike and do it yourself! You crazy woman!
That’s me. I even added something tot that response. I’m a daredevil like that.

So the bride (and also friend/colleque/competition) said: hell no! I’m freaking out even thinking about that! You do it!

So then you’re screwed…. Waking up in cold sweats at night. Stressed out during the day. I was miserable. Because I hate covering in fondant. So it had to be perfect in the first go. On a day when there was a weather alarm code red, and my brains melted out through my ears. But: I think I did it! I’m thrilled! And very relieved!

Response of my husband: so THIS is what you were fussing about?? There is hardly any decoration!
Sigh….