love a bit of whimsy

Love this room?

Get the look …

From left to right:
Wooden cake stand
French suitcases (set of 3)
Sofie doll (by Esthex, Netherlands)

From left to right:
Little One Umbrella Print (by Printspace)
Wooden magnetic family puzzle
Bunting wall decal (by Love Mae)

little french coin purse

And so ends another therapy session for me, mama of three boys who wont ever have a little pink room like this in my home!  (I love you anyway boys).

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superman (um, actually supermarket) to the rescue …

I decided this year I would outsource the birthday cake for today’s superhero bowling party for 5 year old Dude.

I should explain that I have a big imagination and like to revisit my own childhood whenever I can so I always start with grand plans for my kids’ parties.  Then I have a much needed reality check about what I can actually execute and start outsourcing faster than you can say AMF Bowling.

Back to the cake.  When I say “outsource” I don’t mean recruit a fancy cake decorator and pay a shedload of money for an absolute masterpiece.  I mean I would pop to Woollies and buy a pre-prepared spiderman cake, complete with a gazillion different shades of food colouring and preservatives, and be done with it. For weeks I have TOTALLY OK with that plan.

But this morning it came.  The mother guilt.

I decided that since I had outsourced pretty much everything else by opting for a bowling party, leaving the fate of our celebration in the hands of an awkward 16 year old student called Paris, the least I could do is make a cake.  Now, again, when I say “make” I mean decorate.  Not make from scratch in a Donna Hay frenzy.

So at 7.30am with a heavy dose of mother guilt on my shoulders, I raced to the local supermarket, stocked up on a few key ingredients and whizzed home to gather my little team to prepare the Superhero cake of our dreams (well, kinda).

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And here is the result.

I promise if you stand back, squint, and imagine you are five years old, it looks a bit like a superman emblem with an R in the middle.

Good or bad, my 5 year old superhero thinks it is truly fabulous so I’m calling it.  It’s a winner.