Cake FAIL: Hey, YOU try paint a fairy ballerina princess in ICING.

Baby G is turning 4 on Monday and having a Fairy Princess High Tea tomorrow for 8 little like-minded friends. It should be an explosion of pink and I will take photos which will be adorable and delicious and cute. I will share on Monday and we will all ooh and aah and maybe shed a tear or two. Tonight is another story. Tonight, I made her birthday cake. I need to add here, that I make legendary cakes. It’s one of the parts of being a mother that I really do well. I bask in the warm glow of the compliments on my cake icing skills three times a year and might I say, I deserve the props. I can paint, just so you know. I have street cred in this department. I may even post previous cake pics as proof (if I can dig them up). So when, this year, Baby G requested a Fairy-Princess-Ballerina Cake, I didn’t bat an eyelash. Easy. I mean, how hard is it to paint a Fairy-Princess-Ballerina in icing? Let me tell you. H.A.R.D. Ladies and Gents, for your vicarious entrainment and laughter at my expense, I present to you the delightful cake I made for my four year old daughter:

She asked for a ballerina-princess-fairy cake. HEY, AT LEAST I TRIED. Introducing Satanic Ballerina on Crack. Can anyone say “Scary as hell”?

She had to go. Even I was beginning to have pre-emptive nightmares. *shudder*

A clean canvas. Dare I attempt the ballerina-fairy-princess again? Hmmmm…

If she asks…the fairy-princess-ballerina is hiding behind the rainbow.

Please, please, pretty please share your cake fails with me. Puh-leeease. I’ll make a gallery of them and we can all laugh and feel better about ourselves.   
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About Michelle Lewsen (They Call Me Mummy)

Michelle Lewsen is an award-winning copywriter with 18 years’ experience in the advertising industry. She is the author of theycallmemummy.com where she writes about her imperfect parenting, struggles with work-life balance and the often laugh-out-loud chaos that her Adult ADHD brings to her life. Michelle was honoured as a Voice of the Year by BlogHer in 2013 (“Inspiration” category) and again in 2014 ("Heart" category) for her writing on theycallmemummy.com. The three most interesting and fun people she's ever met call her Mummy and keep her feet firmly planted on the ground. The same goes for her husband, who suffers through her adult ADHD with an admirable generosity of spirit. In her spare time (between 1am and 6am) she's been writing a series of children's books. Soon, she'll be publishing them and your kids are going to adore them, so watch this space.

Posted on J August, 2012, in Family, Life, Motherhood, Parenting, Toddler Fun and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

5 comments
clynne76
clynne76

It wasn't that bad! Less of the black gelly stuff and you would have been in the home stretch. I don't have a picture of it, but one one big cake fail is the year I made a traditional chocolate cake for my uncle- I was probably about 12. I happened to be chewing minty gum and the time and oops it fell into the batter. Well, i searched and searched the batter (with my clean hands of coarse) but to no avail was the gum to be found. Didn't have another box mix, so I baked the cake. We ate all the cake, My uncle got the very last corner piece- YEP, you guessed it........the darn piece of gum. Needless to say, I am 36 and have yet to live that one down, even as my baking/cooking abilities have advanced and stunned him.

marimusing
marimusing

When my kids were in primary school, I was the mum who always purchased sushi for 'bring a plate of food to share' activities. The very act of baking a cake is unusual and a 'win' for me. When it comes to cakes, I'm like the Olympic athlete who tap-dances with joy just making the finals. There would be no crying over a silver medal (or ugly icing), any colour medal (or icing) would have me cheering like a loon. Like you Mummymishy, my own mum was a birthday cake queen. The cake cottage with the iced flowering vine creeping around the front door for my 7th birthday was my favourite. When she was alive, she made exquisite creations for my children's birthdays. Only twice did I attempt my own creative cakes. I actually can paint and draw, so I don't know why I'm so averse to cake-making (can't/won't sew either - another talent of my mother's). My first effort was a Thomas the Tank Engine (who looked related to your satanic fairy), and the second was a melancholy-looking brown bear. Both took HOURS, with much red-faced huffing and puffing and grim determination. Hubby and Mum laughed a bit at the funny results but I was really proud of them! And you know what? My kids and their friends thought they were great! My latest effort was for my son's 18th. No huffing and puffing this time. I bought packets of mini jam rolls and swiss rolls, cut them into 5cm bits, built a pyramid, decorated it with marshmallows and M&Ms, and stuck in the candles at odd angles. It took 10 minutes, looked jolly, didn't require a knife or plates, and the teenagers all thought it was really cool! (Actually, so did the adult gate-crashers who arrived with cartons balanced on shoulders. When I asked them to leave, they asked if they could just have a piece of cake...)

avatele
avatele

OMG, that was fantastic hahahaha. I wish I could share a cake fail with you, it just never dawned on me to take a picture! One time I tried a Nemo cake, it became a grey submarine/Wayne the Shark thing but at least the house decorations were stunning *face palm* Well done and best wishes for Baby G :-)

momshieb
momshieb

That was just hilarious! Thanks! Back when my kids were little ones, I was the worst cake baker on earth. Seriously. I can make bread, pizza, even pretzels. World class waffles and pancakes. Home made pasta. But cake? Hell, no. For my first child's first birthday, I made a box mix cake, and left it on the table to cool. My cat walked right across it, leaving huge pot holes full of dirty cat fur. I cried and sobbed and pulled out a cookbook (It was a snowy day in January; going to the store for more cake mix was not an option). I made a lopsided, semi-burned, lumpy "vanilla" cake that my husband swore was delicious. (Everyone seemed to be too full for cake that night, though, funnily enough.) It never got much better, I have to admit! And Happy Birthday, Miss Gracie!!

mummymishy
mummymishy

Oh, Mari, you make me laugh. Thanks!