Crikey, I've been a terrible blogger lately, haven't I? Never fear, I'm still about, and now spend a lot of time running around London like a loon delivering cupcakes... The little business is going well, and involves me throwing on my dungarees, mixing, baking and icing (whilst listening to old classics like this), and then putting on a girly dress to hand-deliver my baked goods in pretty tins. I suppose it's all about "being the brand", and people like to know that they've paid for home-made treats that come from a happy, wholesome kitchen.
Here's what I wore today to drop off some of my coffee cupcakes...
|Faux-fur collar - Joules; Cardigan - H&M; Dress - Free People; Ankle Socks - Topshop; Loafers - Russell and Bromley|
Oh look, my face looks weird again! Classic.
If you're London-based, and would like some home-made cakes to munch on in your office/bed/bath etc. then for goodness sake please get in touch, this crippling overdraft ain't going to pay itself off (although, to be fair, I'm almost there)!
And delivery always comes with a big fringey smile.