Back in April, Kaitlin surprised me at work by baking me a lamb cake because I was so obsessed with this nagging vision I had for a photo shoot that absolutely could not happen without a goddamn lamb cake. What happened after that, though, was a series of mishaps and it was clear that this cake and I were just not meant for each other.
- It fell on the way home from work that night, the moment I was left unsupervised with it
- Three days later, the head fell off en route to my mom’s house for the shoot
- It was raining
- The head fell off five thousand more times while I tried to set up the table outside in the rain
- My mom is an asshole so I couldn’t use her kitchen for the shoot like I had envisioned in my head
- It was raining and Henry was there
- Corey and I weren’t on the same page and it was raining
- Henry was there
I gave up after about 45 minutes, threw a huge fit with Ketchup and frosting all over my hands; it was a pretty bleak scene. It all boils down to me being a black cloud for baked goods. The last time Kaitlin gave me macarons to photograph, my cat Don sat on them within 2 minutes of me setting them down.
Anyway, the whole lamb cake ordeal had become such a sore subject for me, that I never even posted the (few) photos I was able to salvage. Then my friend DJ Shortpants unexpectedly caught some inspiration from the lamb cake blog post and produced a song that perfectly complements the creep-factor of the frosted Easter deight. I’ve listened to it unlimited times already, and even played it in the car on the way home from the fair Saturday, the dark country roads providing an apropros atmosphere.
DJ Shortpants himself gave me permission to post this here for everyone to enjoy (and you should!). Thank you, DJ Shortpants!
GET IT IN YR HEAD, YA’LL:
And while the spirit of the lamb cake is being summoned, here are some pictures from the photo shoot from Hell. (Literally from Hell—it was in my mom’s yard.
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Maybe someday I’ll try again, now that I have the perfect music to accompany it.
I love those pictures!
Thanks! I’m going to attempt to try again sometime. Hopefully my crazy aunt will let me in her house — her kitchen is kind of French country and would fit the juxtaposition I’m looking for!
You’re welcome! I am honored that my creation has earned a place on your exquisite blog. Upon viewing the accompanying pictures, my suspicions that I had established some form of psychic link with the Lamb Cake during the making of this track were confirmed. I hope you will enjoy “Law Firm Lamb Cake” for many years to come!
It’s in my head all the time now! Particularly “Mixing up the batter.” This is seriously the perfect example of what the inside of my head sounds like—–how did you know!?!?
Both of our craniums must be tuned to the same celestial station. :-)
Wow, that great song goes perfectly with these fabulous pictures! That creepy-ass table cloth reminds me of my childhood.
Keep up the good work, Erin.
Thank you so much for checking it out, Barb!
Goddamn this is going to give me nightmares, both the pictures and the song. Love it!
Yep, that’s going to be stuck in my head all day now.
PS – I love it!
An instant classic!!!