What Happens in Vegas

"Could you do my wedding cake?," Jenny typed, attached the photo, and hit send.
"Hmm," I replied , "let me check the scale of it. We may have to do one slice. " Typos checked, I clicked a reply.



First up, some thinking. Notes to self, in the Moleskine with my blue Waterman pen. Needs some of this, a little of that. I scrawled and sketched a bit. "Going to have to fabricate a slice, Jenny." So the work begins.




Some searching for textures. Some looking for shapes. Some what it needs to work. It's not just a cake. It's a moment. A wedding...oh yeah, the strawberries need to kiss. And those shadows. They must frolic, celebrate. Because what happened in Vegas for Jenny, was a bit of loveliness. Next...we need some color...Although Jenny is not telling all. You know the rule. So I will wing it, pull out some artist's tricks...she's not the only mischief maker in this tale you see.