Beware of great ideas and poor planning!

My mind is able to paint pretty pictures. My mind is able to come up with original ideas. My mind is very confident. It's also able to be pretty convincing. I do wish my mind and hands would communicate a little more.

Task on hand: my friends celebrating their 25th anniversary. We're invited.
I knew that.
I knew they were going to do this party, heck I was involved in the idea a year ago.
So they need a present right?

Thinking of presents the morning before the day.
Couldn't think of something nice but crazy ideas? Oh yes I can think crazy ideas.
I am going to bake them a wedding cake. (Hoot! Hoot! Yay! Wonderful idea! Clap clap!)
Evening before the party, no practice cake, no preparation, no shopping for ingredients. (Clapping and hooting dies down).

But you know....when they were getting married they had no money whatsowever, so they had a wedding with just the thrills and no frills. And I think I remember her telling me that they had no wedding cake. So this will be a nice gift right? (Aaaahh...) I am going to bake them a small one. Think three tiers. Hide an "envelope" inbetween layers, nice idea. (Remember, this is still my mind speaking).

Start by baking cakes. Ask DH to dream up dimensions for nice sizes. He did a great job.

Eggs in bowl. Break egg no. 5... and it is spoiled! Never ever encountered a spoiled egg. New batch. Bake cakes. Not enough cake to cut out the layers I want. Another batch. It's getting very late. Cut out cakes. With a knife. Ragged edges. (Well, there is going to be icing?) Make bavarian cream. Fill. Assemble. Dimensions are great, Hubs did a wonderful job.

Decide to leave icing till tomorrow. Two eggs left. Dig in freezer for egg whites.

Next morning. Stalling. Frantic e-mailing with friends (xoxo for the support, you know who you are!), what icing to choose? Narrowed it down to three: quick pour fondant, butter cream, marshmallow icing. DH advices me to go with something I'm familiar with so marshmallow icing it was.

Little did I know that I was going to come up with a fourth of my own: not-so-quick-pour marshmallow icing! Poor me! Had a glorious icing going, everything worked out great untill I decided to add the last minute tbs of butter...within seconds my peaky, snowy white, spreadable icing was reduced to pourable gooey mass.

Out of eggs. Out of time. Still had to get fancy-dressed too. And drive 20 minutes with a towering cake.

Time-management and planning ahead are highly overrated.

Did a quick practice with cake-scraps and pour icing. Hmm.

Go ahead anyway.

So I poured. And poured again. Ragged edges shine through.

DISGUISE!

Ribbon!

My mind went into overdrive. Ribbon! I need disguise! Ribbon! Where in the world is ribbon when you need it?
Christmas!
Ribbon.
I knew I once had some wide ribbon (shh don't tell but it has been used to decorate my front door wreath several years).

Holy Sh*t. It's gold! (forget about the cute li'l pink hearts sprinkle I bought to decorate)
Plastered some ribbon around.
Plunked the bride and groom on top. (Full force disaster pic... They look scared don't they? Holding on to each other like that).Frantically searched my wardrobe for something to wear (had 15 minutes to get dressed)....

Planning and preparation.
Yes.
I am sooooo organized.