While attempting to weed through the heaps of clutter that's been shoved into IKEA boxes over the years, I came across this old photo.
A blurry picture of my middle child's "Thomas" cupcakes back in 2003. Long before every craft store in town sold cute little picks for every occasion, a mama had to use what she had: stickers and toothpicks.
Ten years later, NOTHING HAS CHANGED.
Toothpicks and paper can transform from-a-mix cupcakes, a tub of premade frosting, and plain jane sprinkles into something that looks kinda special. I mean, it's no Martha Stewart magazine cover, but it doesn't scream random scrapbook paper scraps either. At least not loudly.
(circle punched cardstock with number stickers from the infamous $10 birthday party)
(lollipop sticks work too, especially when you can't find any toothpicks that are certifiably unused)
(printed out shamrock that the kids colored in with markers, glued onto scallop punched cardstock)(with GI Joe wrappers, because nothing says "Happy St Patty's" quite like A Real American Hero)
Sometimes you can even step it up a notch because you've got a fancy $29.99 Walmart color printer and can print your google swiped images in COLOR and it's Sir William's birthday at work and what would be more awesome than Stefon cupcakes?
After cutting each shape out, they all got some fancy nancy dollar store (leftover) contact paper, since these babies are going to live long after the birthday balloons have fallen. My sense of propriety prevents me from sharing all the inappropriate places they've been discovered so far, but I assure you that the extra layer of protection and moisture resistance has been put to the test.
Also, ten years later? I still take blurry photos.And don't refrigerate my cupcakes, which is something I would definitely recommended if you live in Texas and it's summer time. Luckily messy frosting is just another excuse to lick your fingers.
Disclaimer: if you don't know who Stefon is, I'm not sure that we could be friends in real life.
But perhaps you don't like to stay up that late? Which I suppose is an acceptable excuse.
Oh Bill Hader, SNL just won't be the same without you...