a desert fete

Ok, I remember hearing somewhere that cupcakes are over [grin], but there was never any choice for us.  My local coffee haunt makes cupcakes better than any cake either one of us have ever had.  And we heart the owners.  And they look lovely. And the idea of choosing a cake seemed daunting.  Love this clip from Man Stroke Woman. [oh, if you have not seen it F-ing hilarous.  I don't know where I first saw it.  Again, pre-blogging days.  Probably East Side Bride, right?]

                                     

hahahahahahahhahahahahaaaaaaa it still has me in stitches.  I used to go around calling our wedding an event and Ben didn't like it- he was afraid we would get caught or something.

I remember for one moment considering a cake- I instantly realized someone would have to cut it, and serve it, and we would need a knife, and that it should be a sentimental or special knife or something and I imagined adding these things to my to do list and to my to coordinate day of list, and a decided for the last time that cupcakes were just perfect, thank you.  

Same story for cake toppers. I saw a lot of cute ones out there but they were not important enough for us to make it into the budget.  Nor were they something I was dying to make myself.  Too tedious for me.  Then I happened to see these:

My little sister was in town [possibly for our engagement party?], she and I were cruising around Ocean Beach being touristy, and there they were.  At the same antique store that we got my ring. [awwww] I don't remember what they cost, I think it was less than 10 bucks though. They are vintage ceramic salt and pepper shakers.  Haha! I brought them home to Ben and expected them to be a little girly for him to care about- the kind of thing that would provoke a response like, "oh, that's nice" or, "oh, those are fine" or even "why do we need cake toppers?" But, to my surprise, he emoted in favor.  He actually really liked them.  Yay! Now they are perched in out kitchen.  PS- this shot is a recreation.