Birthday cake with miniature shoes

Turning 12 years old is quite something - last year as a normal balanced human being, before the hormonal changes turn you into a strange and scary monster for a number of years before you are transformed once again into a human being - though this time a rather grown up version of your former self....

.... anyway, Mille (the first child I met, that I actually liked - probably because she was a most unorthodox sand eating princess) celebrated her 12th birthday today at her father's house, and she had told me that she wasn't too grown up to have a cake - but she's definitely too grown up for cute animals and toys, but shoes....show me any girl who is not into shoes irrespective of age, and I will show you a liar.

Twelve shoes - one for each year. It was so much fun making it!