I’ve reached the point in my life where I actually have to stop and think what age I am. It was all smooth sailing up until 25 or so. Now I suddenly find myself stopping and counting forwards (and sometimes backwards) to figure out if I’m turning 32 or I am already 32.

Turns out, this year I am turning 32.

If there’s one thing my husband is not usually good at, it’s keeping things a surprise. Birthday and Christmas presents are planned well in advance (and usually presented well before said occasion). But occasionally he does find a way to sneak in something unexpected. Like this cake, for example.


I was admittedly a bit confused because 32 didn’t seem like a particularly special year. If I’m being honest, I’m looking forward to leaving 2018 behind and moving on to bigger and better things.

But anyway, back to that cake…Yes, I do have a bit of a thing for Alice in Wonderland. My middle name is Alice. My grandma calls me Alice. Coincidentally the first surprise my husband ever managed to pull off was a multi-tier Alice in Wonderland cake - complete with cookie clocks set to my date of birth - 11:28

Don’t get me wrong - I loved that monster of a cake. But there was something about this year’s Cheshire cake that felt special. Maybe it was the intimacy of it all. The complicated simplicity of the fondant and cartoon cat eyes.

Or - maybe I really have become just a crazy cat lady. I suppose only time will tell…