Cake Tuesday: no regrets.

When am I going to resign myself to the fact that more-than-weekly updates are just beyond me? The past seven days are a blur of fun - wedding cakes, anniversary cakes, my super-talented godchildren in town for our annual Art Camp, a super-fun show on Friday
night:

which included too many favorites to count AND a confetti cannon. And for those of you who find TMBG a little highbrow, Sunday we went to a matinee of Piranha 3D (beyond awful into silly and fun), followed by a totally spontaneous getaway night at the Dream Inn. Here was the view from our room with the almost-full moon over the wharf:

Ahhhhh. And Aquarius is one of the best spots in town - dinner was really wonderful. Now I'm back in the real world, which is tough since Santa Cruz has finally decided that it's SUMMERTIME - pure sunshine and 90 degrees. Can't I just go hang out on the beach? No. I have to make sugar surfboards and shells and palm trees and Korean ducks. (Life is rough.) 
When I was studying French in high school my friend Allison and I learned a couple of Edith Piaf songs to sing in a competition. I loved her name, obviously, but also her grit and passion. I still listen to her music, and the movie that came out a few years ago captured that spirit beautifully (the Academy thought so too).

I recently had a French client request a cake with Piaf lyrics around the central tier, in English and in French, and a tiny sugar Eiffel Tower and champagne bottle for the topper.

Very sweet and romantic, perfect for my client. Je vous adresse mes meilleurs vœux, Jacqueline!