Some people have never had it easy.
Not one day in this life has been, or most likely ever will be, described as “easy” for them.
Some people have had it even worse.
They’ve been through something so heartbreaking and devastating, the likes of which it doesn’t seem possible to ever recover from.
Tragedy beyond understanding.
And then there are those who seem to have had it easy all of their lives… to the naked eye, anyway.
Though upon closer examination, it’s often found that they have been dealing with inner struggles that rival those of the most plainly hardest hit.
So what is it that keeps us all going in the hardest of times?
I mean, truly… why don’t we just throw in the towel and end the pain and suffering that seems to be an unshakable side effect of this thing called “life”.
And it is a torturous, horrifying experience beyond words for anyone who knew and loved the one that gave up.
We realize, deep down, that it wasn’t the right choice. It couldn’t have been.
But we don’t blame them.
‘Cause we know that for some reason they were no longer able to hold onto the one thing that the rest of us are somehow still able to.
They let go of hope.
Hope is a crazy thing.
A very real, powerful, crazy thing.
It’s believing that there’s a chance tomorrow will be better.
That things can be different and not all is lost.
It’s knowing that when you turn the corner, there could very well be something amazing waiting there on the other side for you… something that brings joy and relief and life.
And it’s true. There is so very often something amazing around the bend.
I’ve seen it with my own eyes, countless times.
I’ve seen people turn that corner only to have their lives changed in one glorious instant.
And I’ve seen others turn that corner to find a road that, over time, has brought them to a place of joy and peace beyond their wildest dreams.
Does it always end well for everyone?
Hope is no guarantee.
But even then, I’ve seen a flicker of something bright pass on from one person to the next. Help given without the other knowing.
This cake reminds me of hope.
I made it for my sister-in-law, Alisia, who just turned 40.
Alisia, you see, was around one of those corners one day when my brother least expected it.
And my brother was around HER corner.
They were both walking towards each other, with a little bit of loneliness in one hand, and one small, tiny grain of hope in the other.
And I’m just so glad that they each held onto that grain and didn’t let it blow away.
That they kept walking around that corner instead of sitting down on the curb and saying “no more”.
‘Cause oh… what they would have missed.
What we all would have missed.
Happy birthday to my beautiful sister-in-law, Alisia.
We love you and cherish you more than you will probably ever know. Xx
How this cake was made, including making wafer anemones, watercoloring fondant, and creating an easy edible image… now on Cakeheads.com.
I used this image I found online as my inspiration for this cake…
and I used picmonkey.com to add a watercolor background (also found online) to it so I could see how it would jive…
I knew I wanted to change up the dress a little bit, but this gave me a good place to start.
I used my hydrangea flower cutter set and my blossom plunger cutter set to create the flowers on the skirt, along with different shades of purple petal dust to shade them, with some purple disco dust added to their centers.
And I added a mixture of black non pareils and black sugar pearls to the board (that was first coated in shortening), and some pretty ribbon to compliment the cake.
Adding the ribbon – I first cut the right length of ribbon to wrap around the board and adhered it with hot glue. Then I cut a separate piece, created a bow out of it and then attached the bow to the previously adhered ribbon also using hot glue. (And then added a black bow on as well.)