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It was baking galore this Christmas season and I decided to wind up with a sober palette for the bakes at our place.
You may argue that this isn't remotely a first birthday cake. It isn't pink or blue, it isn't colourful or vibrant. I had come around to understanding early on that quite a lot of one-year-old babies don't even look at their cakes at the event.
The palette given to me comprised of Snow White, Soft Blue, Gold, and Silver; one of a kind, novel to my style and tricky to seek balance to pull off. We planned out seven desserts dressed in the theme and the results overwhelmed us.
While the cake "MOIL" was dark and monochrome, this one took flight into a bright and pleasant palette.
In my mind's eye, the class of the movie “Breakfast at Tiffany's” began to take a new form and I thought, how about a birthday there...starry, dreamy, sparkly like the carbon stones at the showroom?
Will there be another one like this watch ? This was my first impression after I stepped out of the screen years ago when this movie released.
To me as a young mother, everything was to be taken with a pinch of salt. While I was fascinated by the thought of slowly picking up myself to put back together the long lost sleight of hands, I also feared enduring failure by going against all the unsolicited advice.
" It's a piece of heaven.I appreciate your work and I feel you work with love and emotion unlike a traditional cake shop " says Dr Aseel, my client who was elated with her son's cake.
"Emira" Because there is no reason why I should call this cake by any other name.
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Aches and pains are a part and parcel of motherhood. However, anything chronic beyond tolerance should never be neglected as normal. Your spouse, family, relatives, and friends may have no limits to generalizing your struggles and saying that it’s meant to be. I beg you to NOT pay heed and address whatsoever bothers you in its budding stage. Every woman is different. So please don’t blindly believe that your agony is meant to be.
I am 35 weeks pregnant, sailing into the last weeks of my term, tired, sore yet anxiously waiting to birth the little human growing inside me.
The ease of making this is kind of overrated and I have had horribly brewed cups at different places and even gone wrong myself a number of times resulting in bitter, sour or way too sweet endings.
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