Hmmm...but this particular bride is looking a little concerned about things-she's got one eyebrow up, I wonder what she's questioning.
Occasionally when looking for cake toppers, I would run into the isolated bride. This little girl is probably from the 20s (she looks like a little flapper to me).
No groom around but she looks pretty confident that he (or perhaps someone even cuter) will show up.
This one reminds me of a young Miss Havisham.
When I was trying to photograph her, her ancient decrepit fragile veil kept flying off with any slight hint of a breeze. Seemed appropriate for the character.
And then there's this one. I have no idea what happened. It looks like she was thrown in the road, driven over, rained on and who knows what else.
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An iron cake topper? Well, that just takes the . . . sorry.
Cool little collection you got there!
HA ha. You always make me laugh.
Oops. I forgot. She's not a cake topper. She just got included in that weird collection of mine because she fits in so well. But she is something that is still kind of odd. She's a figurine that was made in the 30s as an accessory for train sets. I've seen little soldiers and cowboys and indians and even pirates but why oh why did they make a bride and groom? Maybe that explains the shape she's in, she looks like maybe she got tied to the train tracks.
What a wonderful thing to collect! What kind of cake requires an iron topper?
Miss HAVISHAM? Oh my. Thanks for dropping by. :-)
MPM-She's not technically a cake topper, she just spends her time with them. But come to think of it, I COULD have used her on a cake a couple years ago.
I tried to build a 4 or 6 layer cake for a special birthday for a friend and when you have that many layers, and that much icing, things can get kind of...slippery. I could not keep that cake together. One layer was always trying to slide away from the others. I reinforced it with a lot of toothpicks and put it in the refrigerator to settle down. I'm glad I checked on it about a half hour later because in another minute it would have pushed the refrigerator door open. It was one heavy cake. A LOT of butter. I don't remember what I did to control it but I'm sure it wasn't very attractive. I could have used a couple dozen of those iron brides as fencing for the bottom layer.
Gawd. That cake was ugly. I have no idea how many pounds it weighed but...... it was soooo good. It was a gingerbread cake with lemon cream cheese frosting between the layers and real chocolate frosting on the top and sides. I think you can tell this cake was made for a guy. After that experience, it's nothing but light, girly cakes (preferably purchased) because the memory of that cake that could practically walk across the room and open a door is still pretty vivid.
I'm a bad enough baker as it is but I'm thinking people might be impressed (or confounded) with a dog hair covered cake if I made it since I don't have a dog.
Did you ever see the Martha Stewart Christmas Special when she exposed poor Julia Child to Martha's method of creating a spun sugar Christmas tree using nothing but sugar and a torch? Oh, it was something. At some point Julia just gave up because it was way too much fuss for her. Ha ha ha.
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