Delivering cake

This week I got a cake order from my sister's friend to be delivered to a place in the city . She asked for a handbag cake to surprise her friends and I was super excited to be making one of those again, had cake on my brain all week and couldn't wait to start. I designed a logo card to put on a cardboard cake box, bought all the ingredients and even borrowed a play-dough tool from work to make a zip :-p. I was so happy, was mentally making the cake a dozen times in my mind and even bought a new hand mixer to make it. I had a whole plan and timetable to get it done the night before after work so that in the morning I just have to take it out the fridge and go.
 You must know where this is going. When the day finally came, everything was fine until I finished work and was on my way home. I think it must have been sun stroke or something because the weather had so suddenly changed on Thursday from freezing cold to boiling hot. I felt awful before I even got home, nauseous and pounding headache. Decided to take some pain killers and have a nap before I started on the cake. But the nap didn't help much. Even so, I managed to at least get the cake baked and ended up going back to bed because my head hurt so bad. 
So upsetting. All my excitement about baking was ruined and I would have to ice the cake in the morning in a panic. Well luckily by morning I wasn't feeling as bad. Woke up early and made the buttercream and melted jam for the filling, sandwiched the cake and sliced a bit off the end to make the cake more of a handbag shape. Then got all my icing stuff together and carefully began decorating. The playdough tool actually worked really well, gonna have to buy me one of those from someplace.
Here's how it looked in the end:

Handbag cake

The only thing I'm disappointed about is that the writing icing sucked. It looked fine at first and when I looked at it later, it had all sort of melted into itself. I was going to make my own but there were several new tubes already in the cupboard, plus I was running out of time.
Well, I took it up to the city via 2 buses and a tube train, scared to death the whole way that I was going to kill it before I got there. By some miracle, it got to the venue intact. There was one point on the tube train when I couldn't get a seat and was worrying about it swinging about or getting bumped into but this really nice guy let me have his seat :-).
So now it is waiting in the restaurant fridge to be eaten tonight after dinner. I can hardly wait to hear how they like it.
 The problem with making a cake is that you never know how it tastes. At least when you make cupcakes or cookies you can sample one. But I didn't need to wonder this time because when I got home I remembered that piece I had cut off. It was perfectly yummy and I hope the diners all think so too.

piece of cake

Yay for cake!