ere people and call 'em as you see 'em. Here's my example:This is Cerah's rose that she made while practicing her icing in preparation for her next cake decorating session. Very classy and reserved. Probably not something you'd see on a cake that was ordered for, say, a bikers club reunion. Or, getting in the spirit, a halloween costume party. No ma'am, this is something you'd see at a tea party for high society ladies who want to compare outfits and manicures.
This, on the other hand, is not a rose----------->I'm not even sure it could technically be called a flower. This is a kid playing with play-doh trying to stick the pieces back together and hoping they stay there so they can trick their little sister into eating it and then rolling around on the floor laughing at the look on her face. And this attempt at flower making belongs to me. I have this weird feeling that should Cerah ever make it onto a food network cake challenge she will not ask me to be her assistant. Unless I guilt her into it. And with that thought I am signing off. I have an appointment with my play-doh.
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