Cupcakes...and my Sunday morning.

Dear Super Sunny Cupcake,

Please, never share your secrets. And by secret, I mean how you came to be on this Earth. You know how some parents tell their children that a Stork brought them home, because they don't want to explain the human reproductive process to their 5 year olds?

Yeah. I really don't want to know how many sticks of butter went into your creamy chocolate icing. Or how many scoops of Crisco. God forbid if I get stretch marks at the tender age of 17.

Anyways, I just wanted to let you know you're really yummy and very happy looking.

By making me happy, you're steering me away from a marathon session of back-to-back LOTR movies and a order of butter chicken and samosas.

'Tis my pity fest.

That is what I will be doing on Wednesday night, December 15th.

:'(

But I'm really cheesin' right now!!!

I got my senior portraits done today, and part of it was taken at Rosie's Bakery in Wellesley (55 Central St.)

The shoot was SO MUCH FUN. The photographer, the ever wonderful Maura Moore brought some vintage half-aprons for me to wear. They had crazy floral and gingham patterns on them.

Drool.

And the girl who worked there prepared me a plate of cookies to pose with, and a freshly baked tray of blueberry muffins!

Maura bought me a few cupcakes to pose with (and eat) and they were sweet and dense and sparkly and colorful and beautiful; you know, what the ideal best friend would look like.

Check out some of Maura's work at http://irmalou.com/ :)

And drop by Rosie's when you get the chance!

Lots of Love (and rainbow sprinkles,)

Steph