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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Art Nouveau in Sugar

This last weekend, I was invited by my dear friend, Denise Talbot, to demonstrate
at an ICES Day of Sharing in Southeast Texas.
When I asked her what she wanted me to demo, she suggested, "What about a Jeweled Flower Topper? Jeweled flowers like on an antique brooch in the art nouveau style."

So I set about researching antique jewelry. After perusing antique stores and googling Antique Jewelry,
I found photos of beautiful floral brooches that were inspiring.

Now the trick was to take the 2 dimensional flowers and make them 3 dimensional for a cake topper.

It was a fun project and I had a great time demonstrating. I saw many old friends and met new friends too.
And for my cake buddies who cannot travel the distance, I thought I would share a few of the photos with you.

And here is the finished topper...

I will be making a step by step tutorial for the ICES newsletter, so stay tuned!


  1. WOW!! It's stunning, Jacque!!


  2. Spettacolari!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  3. This is so gorgeous, Jacque!! Wish I received the ICES newsletter so that I could see your tutorial!! It's fantastic!!

  4. Thank you Becca, Donatella, Lena and Rhonda!!!
    I appreciate the comments.

  5. A work of art, Jacque. I'll be waiting for my newsletter.

  6. Ciao Jacque..your blog is gorgeous!!!...congratulations!!!


  7. Wooow!! This is indeed a true art, Jacque! I'm speechless...

  8. Sono senza parole per la meraviglia, stupendo :)))))))

  9. Thank you Petite Foury
    and Grazie! Mari :-)


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It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.

It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, —
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.

It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil

On stump and stack and stem, —
The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.

It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, —
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.

~Emily Dickinson