Over the weekend I managed to walk 12 miles, learned make macaroons (french ones, not the coconut gobs of yore), procured a breakfast burrito and accompanying beverage, and watched some friends voluntarily throw their faces in freshly-iced cake.
Following a dinner party for 10 (I'm pleased to say I was a guest and not the host!), our hostess, whom by day is a professional, had us pick up piping bags and go to town on some mini cakes she'd put together beforehand. Above, you're seeing the result.
I'm proud, admittedly--I only once before have really used piping bags, and that was when I was about 7 years old and took a weekend long cake decorating class (Thanks Mom, that was a good one, it stuck with me), in which I was the youngest student by at least 10 years. I guess it was a good investment, but there were some much more creative designs as well that I hope to share in another post when the photos make their way over to me.