Tuesday, April 09, 2013

Pole or Polish dancer - it's all the same to me

'Come and stand in front of the mirror and pretend to be a pole,' I said to Husband. 'I want to see what a pole dancer would look like.'

The worrying thing was that he didn't even ask why.

I told him anyway. It's the birthday of one of our Zac's regulars and he has a ministry to pole dancers. Or, at least, he worries a lot about the temperature of their poles. So I thought this would be a good cake for him. I tried to draw a cartoon version based on wrapping myself around Husband but that didn't work out so I - very nervously - googled pole dance classes. Turns out there are any number of them - and flipping hard it looks too.

I found the silhouette image, printed it off and cut it out. I was about to start cutting the icing to shape when Husband said, 'Her boobs are too small.' 
'Probably because she's an athlete not an exotic dancer.' But I took his point and enlarged her bosom - and her bum as I was about it. 

I suppose I could have done a Pol(-ish) dancer but that wouldn't have been quite the same ...





4 comments:

Leslie: said...

Oh Liz! You crack me up! lol

yummy mummy gone bad said...

It was a fabulous cake and very yummy! :-D

Liz said...

Thanks, leslie!

And Yummy Mummy!

nick said...

So how does husband know the typical size of a pole dancer's boobs? I think this requires further investigation....