|Iced by meee, inspired by Cupookie|
I was at work the other day when I got an email from Emerald Street casually mentioning a competition to win an icing class at the Biscuiteers School of Icing in Notting Hill London.
|Magical place of wonderment|
I nearly fell off of my chair.
How did the existence of a such a magical place escape my attention?
Like really though...?
Arguably, that level of urgency wasn't entirely necessary. Arguably, I could have put the money towards fixing my car or paying a bill. You could even argue that I should have waited on the outcome of the competition in case I won.
But what can I say? I'm impulsive like that.
Plus I've been under a lot of stress lately and my heart skipped a happy beat when I thought about doing the course. It appears iced biscuits are my new vice.
|Lorena - my cool teacher :)|
Besides, due to a series of (un)fortunate events, I was the only person in the class. I think my excitement at having a 1-2-1 icing session was more than the teacher bargained for.
Mostly though, I like icing biscuits and Notting Hill.
Peace & Love