I swear it upon Zeus when you ask me how old I am I don’t know the answer. Usual I will answer you I was born in 19xx so calculate. Birthday is a day when everyone knows your age, including you. That’s why I bought candle with little clown wearing polka dots and carrying the number one. I am not trying to camouflage my years spent here on the Earth; I just feel like a one-year-old, I said to my friends. At least, as I am getting older and every time I look upon the starry sky I realize I don’t have a clue about life. Clueless like that I woke up on a day of my birth day at 9 am. Went to bed the night before at 3 am, because I had to make candied violets. My boyfriend said I look like a Wisteria Lane housewife and I answered he didn’t have violet cupcakes for his birthday. My friends came at 3 p.m. Started like polite tea party with cupcakes, lemonade, coffee and strawberry cheese cake, it ended about 3am with empty mojitos and deviant 30-year-olds. “Sing along you fools”. Politeness is overpriced anyway.
P.S. For Jelly hearts strawberry cheesecake I used recipe from here, and for cupcakes with candied violets from here (just replaced rose petals with violet ones)