Jessica – my bestie of besties – hasn’t stopped for a breath since….
Ummmmm…
Thanksgiving.
4 ams, midnights…she’s there with me.
Like Tonto to the Lone Ranger.
This am, after a teeny tiny power nap (not even joking) she is icing tall topiary cones with the sweetest smelling vanilla buttercream and vanilla macarons.
Won’t these be DIVINE as collections with boxwood, gilded columns and urns, and dramatic amber uplights in the draped dining room?
