Creepy cupcakes (tutorial)

I made these  spider and cobweb cupcakes for my Halloween Spooktacular (which was a huge success – stay tuned for a separate post!).

Here’s how you can make your own!

You will need:


frosting in your prefered color (I used light orange)

black writing icingI bought one that came with 3 different tips,

 you need a small round tip for the cobwebs and a star type tip for the spiders


silver sugar pearls

colored sugar

Frost your cupcake.

Using black writing icing, pipe a small circle

on top of your cupcake.

Pipe another larger circle around the first one.

Continue until you have 4 circles on your cupcake.

Now the fun part!

Grab a toothpick and starting at the top of the cupcake,

drag the toothpick downwards through the 4 circles.

Use a light-ish touch — you don’t want to scrape bits out of your cupcake!

Continue this technique around the cupcake.

About four equally spaced drag marks looks good.

Finish with a cupcake topper or some colored sugar!

Now on to the spiders!

Start with a freshly frosted cupcake.

Swap tips on your icing tube. (or piping bag if using one)

You should have roughly a star type shape.

(to me it kind of looks like an asterisk)

Now pipe a little spider leg onto your cupcake.

Drag the icing downward, releasing pressure as you reach the

end of the leg shape to get that little pointy end.

Pipe 3 more spider legs in the same way.

Repeat piping 4 more legs on the opposite side.

Pipe a long oval on top of the legs. This is the spider’s body.

Then pipe a smaller circle in front of the oval, between the spider legs.

This is the spider’s head.

Add 2 small silver sugar pearls for the spider’s eyes.

Finish with a sprinkle of colored sugar on the spider’s back.


And yes, they tasted as good as they looked!

Mini broomsticks (tutorial)

So I have been in full party planning mode for my upcoming 2nd Annual Halloween Spooktacular and as always my motto is:

Why buy it when you can make it?!

I came across these cute little broomsticks while perusing the ‘net for inspiration. I immediately thought they would be so simple to put together and they were!

You can use them for just about anything Halloween-y — as table decor, place holders, quirky additions to goodie bags, etc. Whatever you can think of really.  Here’s how to make your own:

You will need:

lollipop sticks (you can find these at most craft stores)

natural or brown raffia



Cut lollipop sticks in half.

Grab a small-ish bundle of raffia (3-4 in long) and cut.

Fold raffia bundle in half and poke the little lollipop stick

through the top. Push the stick down about halfway.

Cut a good length of string and wrap it tightly around (and around) the top

section of the raffia, pulling tightly to ensure the lollipop stick

is secure. Tie string in a double knot.

Snip off any uneven ends of the raffia.

And you’re DONE!

Easy peasy lemon squeezy!

If you’re feeling really ambitious you can dress them up with a dab of brown paint

for a realistic broom handle look.

Here’s the finished result (with one I made earlier):

Happy Halloween!!

There’s no such thing as 30

It recently dawned on me (as these things often do) that I will be turning 29 in a few months. And if we all paid careful attention in math class then we should know that the big 3-0 is not that far behind…

This horrifying illuminating realisation inspired me to write an ode to the approach of three decades. It neatly sums up precisely how I feel about getting older.

There’s no such thing as 30,

29 is also fake,

I’m certain I’ve not turned 28, there must
be some mistake.

I don’t recall a 27, perhaps I was in a

26 I missed, I’m sure of this – must have
happened while I was sleeping.

At 25 I reached halfway – to what, I’m not
quite sure,

Because I’m absolutely positive I never
turned 24.

23? No, that wasn’t me – another one I’ve

I shan’t discuss the 22, it just does not

I should have spent my 21 drinking in a bar,

But since my liver’s in top shape, I didn’t
get that far.

So I guess I must be 20! I’m sure it’s what
I know.

Does it matter that I’ve been 20 for the
last 8 years or so?

Written by Mish, in her head, during the school run on a particularly windy autumn morning.

Conversations, collages, and other people’s husbands

Last Wednesday’s Creative Development class involved planning an imaginary party, playing a rousing game of “red light, green light” and a show and tell of some of the collages our fellow classmates had put together. It reminded me of a class I took back in college called Remedial Childhood. We rode bikes in the woods, had picnics in the park, and did lots and lots of colouring – of course. And yes, I earned actual college credit for participating. Why can’t all classes be that fun? Check out my collage:

Thursday’s Narrative class saw us discussing The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson. The class seemed evenly divided into camps of those who loved it and those who abhorred it. I was somehow in the middle, leaning heavily toward adding it to my list of Books I Have Started But Have No Plans to Ever Finish. The discussion was lively. I threw in my two cents about the story being largely plot driven, the lack of emotional connection between the characters and the reader, and the role of Lisbeth Salander as a false heroine. The teacher was also not a fan of the book and advised us to watch the movie if we had a strong constitution. She called it brutal. I think I’ll pass.

Class finished off with a heated debate about the book The Help by Kathryn Stockett. Arguments were focused on whether or not it was appropriate for an author to tell someone else’s story while claiming it as their own. I decided to play devil’s advocate. I posed the question “can a white person tell a black person’s story?” There were claims that race was not an issue — that this was simply about not allowing the person who has experienced an event to give it their own voice. I disagreed. It is a race thing. It shouldn’t be, but it is. Oh look…. why didn’t I notice that elephant in the room before?! On the other hand, is this not what writer’s do? They create. Tell tales. True ones and not so true ones. Because someone did not experience the Holocaust does that preclude them from writing about it? Whatever happened to creative license? Discussions, discussions…

I skipped Thursday evening’s class to go drinking at the pub. Ok, not exactly. I reluctantly attended a parent’s night out at the local “family friendly” pub/restaurant. (I did skip class though). Once I’d finished my first glass of cheap wine, I was feeling decidedly more relaxed and managed to make a few new friends. The moms I met were ok – some were downright lovely – but it was the dads who were the most friendly and sociable. All of these husbands, cheerfully mingling. Chatting about bruised knees, bike rides, and babysitting. Dads who had attended the Harvest Festival and Quiz Night with enthusiasm. Stay-at-home dads, work-from-home dads. Dads fixing the lunches and doing the school run. I was in awe. Hooray for men like them! I got on so well with these guys, probably because deep down I knew they would not be judging me on whether or not I was wearing last season’s shoes.


BIG word of the week


  1. lasting a very short time; short-lived; transitory
  2. lasting but one day
  3. anything short-lived

And in a sentence:

I certainly hope my blog is not ephemeral, I’m enjoying it immensely!


This week’s big word was brought to you by

  Mr. Nirvana Sheow via a Network+ course book

This is Halloween!

“Tender lumplings everywhere,

 life’s no fun without a good scare!”

The Halloween party approaches and I’m tingling with excitement!

Here are a few of the decorations so far:

A cuter vampire bat you’ll never find.

One can never have enough cobwebs!

Boo-tiful bat bunting.

Every party needs a ghost.

Creepy cupcakes – sure to be scarily good!

Excited to see how it all comes together? Me too!

 Stay tuned!