Why cake stands rock.

Hello, my name's Victoria and I love cake stands.

For some reason, I have a vivid false memory of a cakeshop when I was a child. It is a rainy day and I am wearing wellingtons. I am in a small town with my mum and she is walking slightly ahead of me. I pause to gaze into a cakeshop, the window glistens with condensation, it must be nice and warm inside. Inside there are ladies eating cake and drinking tea from china cups, shopping bags at their feet, dabbing their lips with serviettes, leaving behind traces of light pink lipstick. On each table was a cakestand, layered with fancies and delights in pastel colours and frosty icing.

I wanted to be inside that cakeshop, not outside in the rain.