You can tell someone has serious cupcake obsession when those scrumptious little delights become your babies.
It’s true. I spent every spare minute in the holidays lovingly tending to my dear sweet sugar flowers, ensuring every petal was painted, every pearl in place, caressing each delicate flower like a newborn babe. (Of course it had nothing to do with the fact that my baby is two and a half and my maternal instincts may be craving that insatiable longing to hold another warm, snuggly newborn of my own…)