
A visit to the Queen of Tarte's sale was high on my list of things-to-do. Anyone who greets me with flowers always ranks high with me.

Behind this curtain is the most Zsa-Zsa barn in existence, where the Queen sells everything from raw silk pillowcases and a plethora of chandeliers to old birdcages and vintage lace. Everything oozed creativity in that way that inspires rather than intimidates.

But this was my favorite. It wasn't enough that they provided inspiration and bargains, they also lured us with sweets. Look at the texture--can't you just taste that lemon? Mmmmmmmm.

Oregon makes my eyes feel like they are bleeding green, but I've gotta say there are compensations.
That cake looks awesome!
ReplyDeleteI used to do the same thing when strawberry picking. I would pick one, eat one. By the time I had a bushel I would be sick off of all the berries I had eaten.