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07/09/2026

ORDER THE FU***NG CAKE. 🎂

It’s Monday evening.

If you need cake this week,
NOW WOULD BE A FU***NG EXCELLENT TIME TO TELL ME.

Not Thursday.
Not Friday morning.
Not “I know it’s last minute BUT…”

I KNOW.
YOU KNOW.
WE ALL KNOW.

Choose it from the pinned post before they change. Book it.
Pay for it.
Sleep peacefully knowing the cake is sorted.

Because I am ONE WOMAN and unfortunately my oven does not run on your poor planning despite my people pleasing tendencies 🤦‍♀️.

ORDER THE CAKE STAT. ❤️

06/09/2026

HEY HEY 👋 ITS SUNDAY! It’s been a week! Shoes are way more comfy with no paper, new glasses (fu***ng eyes vs brain not going well) FB score update for finals season interrupting a crazy Saturday (thanks for all jumping on board) year 11 exam season about to be in progress, A LOT.

Okay… I don’t know how to say this without sounding like I’m having a fu***ng whinge, so…

It is getting scary out there.

Another local business closing.
Another person who poured everything into a little idea.
I know what that feels like.

I’ve started again. Not by choice by necessity.

It breaks you in ways people don’t see or ever talk about.

Meanwhile over here we’re drowning in costs, compliance, paperwork and the latest elected grown up “great idea” that apparently will save us all. I’m waiting.

Except…. we’re the ones doing the work.

We don’t get to invoice the government for the hours spent doing their BS.

Hell knows we couldn’t run a business the way this country is being run. 😂

And honestly..

I’m over the motivational bumper-sticker bu****it.

The “you’ve got this!”
The “just keep going!”
The “support small business!”
The perfectly packaged advice from people who aren’t the ones trying to keep the fu***ng lights on.

Sometimes s**t is just s**t. That’s my Sunday edited version.

And I reckon business owners need somewhere to say that.

Hospitality especially, but honestly — every fu***ng business.

If you’re new, established, thriving, struggling or quietly wondering what the hell you’re doing…

You can talk to me.

No fixing it.
No inspirational quote.

Just people actually talking to people.

Because maybe that’s what we need more of.

Anyway.

That’s my Sunday brain dump. Thanks for being here.

How are you actually fu***ng doing? Really? No BS bumper stickers allowed. ❤️ K x

30/08/2026

HEY HEY 👋 IT’S SUNDAY…

Which means it’s time for another WHAT THE ACTUAL F**K WAS THAT WEEK?! 😂

And honestly…

I have questions.

We started with new shoes filled with paper because apparently I enjoy paying money to have a sensory experience from hell.

The paper came out.

The shoes stayed.

My nervous system did not recover. That paper was there for over 7 hours before I noticed!

Then someone casually said they looked like The Wicked Movie shoes and now I can never unsee it.

So PLEASE, the next time you’re in NC…

DO NOT LOOK AT MY SHOES AND GIGGLE TO YOURSELF.

I WILL KNOW. 😂

Then there was cake.

SO. MUCH. CAKE.

Late nights.

Later nights.

“Just one more cake” apparently becoming a fu***ng lifestyle.

Allergies being forgotten despite approximately 47 messages asking about allergies.

Plans.

SO MANY PLANS.

New ideas multiplying faster than I can execute the old ones.

And then came TODAY.

The biggest fu***ng FUXKER of a day.

Coffees taking too long.

Patience running out.

Brains leaving the building.

Us looking at each other like “I don’t even like you right now.”

Hating the environment.

Hating the vibe.

Probably hating ourselves a little.

And now?

We are silently existing in opposite corners of the house like two Victorian children who have been told we must never speak again.

😂

And somehow…

Tomorrow will come.

We’ll probably talk again. Maybe.

We’ll probably laugh. Maybe.

I’ll probably bake something.

And we’ll carry on pretending we’re functioning adults.

Because that’s the thing about this little life…

It’s fu***ng ridiculous.

It’s exhausting.

It’s hilarious.

It’s occasionally held together with cake crumbs, questionable footwear and pure stubbornness.

But there are also the best people.

The best conversations.

The cakes I’m ridiculously proud of.

The ideas that keep coming.

The people who keep showing up.

And another week where I get to say…

WTF. I actually love this. ❤️

So goodbye week.

You’ve been a lot.

Now f**k off.

One more week down.

One week closer to death.

See you Thursday. 😂

30/08/2026

🚨 ORDER YOUR CAKE. STAT. 🚨

Next weekend is already looking crazy AF booked and apparently we have collectively decided September is happening whether we’re emotionally prepared or not. 😂

So if you need a cake next weekend…

ORDER. THE. CAKE. NOW.

Because Future You does not need to be standing here next Saturday going
“Surely you can just squeeze one in?” 🫠

AND THEN THERE’S DAD.

Father’s Day is Sunday 6 September and I have one very important question…

WHAT THE HELL DO DADS ACTUALLY LIKE?

Because I’m thinking:
🍫 chocolate
🥓 bacon
🍰 cake
☕ coffee
🍪 something he can eat without having to pretend he understands how much effort you actually bothered to go to for HIM!

So tell me…

Do you want a Father’s Day preorder menu?

Or …..are we all just going to wing it on the day and see if Dad has been behaving well enough to deserve cake? 😂

I’m leaning heavily towards a small Father’s Day drop of very good things that require approximately zero decision-making and guaranteed you will go home with something delicious.

Because honestly…
Dad doesn’t need another mug.

He needs cake or you need the cake for dealing with Dad 🤷🏼‍♀️

I am one woman, running this little cake circus and maybe this is the week I get my s**t together 🤞 ok maybe not, wouldn’t make for a funny weekly recap 😉 K x

23/08/2026

🚨 PSA: MONDAYS ARE CANCELLED 😂
We tried.

We really fu***ng tried.

But after a huge weekend, a shop that looks like absolute trash every Monday (to me anyway) Sunday sellouts and one very exhausted neurodivergent woman behind it all…

Mondays are a no. NO NOPE NO.

So the new hours are:

THURSDAY – SUNDAY
8AM – 1PM

Cakes are still available any day by arrangement, plus a few sneaky opens and mystery drops when my capacity allows.

AND…

👀 I’m plotting Friday night takeaway desserts.

Think cake, puddings, sweet things and absolutely no reason whatsoever to cook dinner because dessert is dinner now.

Still working out the details — but this is exactly the kind of thing I want to make space for.

Because I’m learning that forcing myself to operate at 100% every day isn’t the goal.

Running this little business in a way that works for my brain, my life and my capacity is.

So there you go.

PSA delivered.
Monday has been fired.
Cake remains.
Friday night dessert takeaway is brewing. 🎂😂

❤️

19/08/2026

TOMORROW IS A MAYBE 😬

Just putting this out here before tomorrow arrives and I’m standing in the kitchen at 4am wondering where the f**k I’m supposed to start.

There are unwell teenagers in this house.
I’m doing the solo mum juggle.
The meds are not exactly giving me their finest performance.
I’m sniffly.
I’m overwhelmed.
I’m tired.
And despite my very ambitious plans… approximately f**k all prep and baking has happened with midday school pickups.

So tomorrow might be a closed day.

I’m giving myself permission to make that call if I need to.

And weirdly, putting it here helps keep me honest and accountable — because apparently sometimes I need to publicly admit that I cannot do everything.

And if you’re another small business owner currently looking at your own enormous list of s**t and wondering where the hell to start…

Same.

You are not failing because you can’t keep every plate spinning.

Sometimes the teenagers need you.
Sometimes your body says absolutely fu***ng not.
Sometimes the business has to wait.

And sometimes…

it’s only cake (trying to tell myself this with my people pleasing issues)

The cake will still be here.
The business will still be here.
I’ll still be here.

I’ll update you in the morning once I know what this particular circus has decided to do. 😂

Thanks for keeping me accountable, checking in, and generally being the best little community a one-woman cake circus could ask for. ❤️

Because apparently I need reminding that I am one woman, running this little cake circus.

And one woman cannot fu***ng do everything. K x

18/08/2026

Just popping in to say…

I have absolutely no fu***ng idea what I’m doing.

But I am doing it enthusiastically.

There are cakes.
There are crumbs.
There are approximately 900 things on my to-do list.
I have started three hundred and three things and finished none of them.

Someone asked me what I was up to this week and I said “oh, heaps!”

Which was a lie.

I have no idea.

Anyway.

Hope your Tuesday is delicious, mildly inappropriate and going significantly better than my filing system.

Carry on. 🍰

16/08/2026

HEY HEY 👋 IT’S SUNDAY…

…and you all know what that means…..

THE NC END-OF-WEEK WTF RUNDOWN. 😂

And boy… what a fu***ng week.

🧹 Chased aggressively with a broom during a cake delivery.

🎂 Told loudly I deserve to go broke because I said NO to a last-minute cake request.

🕐 People getting very comfy making up their own opening hours for me even after a 4 hour catch up and a closed sign 🤷🏼‍♀️

🍰 Endless “Can I get a cake?” followed by “can you just make it custom?” No. 😂

😭 Tears. Lots.
☂️ Flying umbrellas. 2.
🍰 An overnight baking mission because I ran late all week because people wouldn’t fu***ng leave.
So yeah. It was a week. That’s not all either 🤦‍♀️

But amongst the s**t show?

The laughs.
The beautiful conversations.
My favourite humans trusting me with their cakes again.
Regulars who make me laugh until my face hurts.
New faces who somehow already feel like they belong.

And honestly?

I’m grateful as f**k for you. ❤️

But here’s the bit I need to say:

Working in hospitality does not mean we stop being human.

Our opening hours aren’t suggestions.
NO is sometimes just NO.
And being in customer service doesn’t mean we have to absorb rudeness, entitlement or someone’s bad day.

My ND brain needs boundaries to keep me functioning and remotely human. ND or not really. Same goes.

Your last-minute panic doesn’t have to become mine.

That’s not bad service.

That’s a small business owner trying to build something sustainable without completely fu***ng burning herself into the ground.

And to the humans who get it, respect it, are patient, kind and keep showing up…

I fu***ng love you. ❤️

You make this ridiculous little cake circus worth it.

I am one woman, running this little cake circus sometimes with her chaotic teenage loves along for the ride.

Apparently this week it came with a broom, flying umbrellas, tears and a 20-hour baking shift all flowered up with a s**t tonne of colourful language. 😂

Now… feet up. 🫠❤️

11/08/2026

🎪 LADIES, GENTLEMEN & PEOPLE WHO HAVE JUST REALISED THEY FORGOT THE CAKE…

STEP RIGHT UP.

Welcome back to the NC Cake Circus.

This week’s main attraction:

🎂 “BUT IT’S ONLY ONE MORE CAKE.”

Yes.

And I am one woman running this little cake circus.

There is no hidden baker backstage.
No emergency cake department.
No tiny team of elves furiously piping buttercream while I stand dramatically in the wings.

It’s me.

One bake.
One fill.
One decorate.
One box.
One clean-up.

And approximately 47 people asking if I can “just squeeze in one more.”

🎪 THE RINGMASTER HAS SPOKEN.

If you need cake this weekend…

ORDER IT.

Don’t wait until Friday.
Don’t wait until you’ve confirmed with everyone.
Don’t wait until someone suddenly says, “Oh s**t, didn’t we need a cake?”

Because by then…

The tent may be full.

And while we’re gathered here…

NO FU***NG CUSTOM CAKES.

That act has officially left the building.

Because custom cakes make me lose my s**t, become a psycho over tiny details and question why I ever started this circus in the first place.

So I’m doing things differently.

I’m making the cakes I LOVE.

The pretty ones.
The delicious ones.
The fun ones.
The ones that make me want to keep creating.

The list changes.
The flavours change.
The circus evolves.

But one thing remains…

CAKE.

So if you’re looking for your weekend cake…

Don’t wander off to another tent.

🎪 COME TO THE CAKE CIRCUS.

You know where we are.

And for the love of buttercream…

ORDER THE FU***NG CAKE. 🎂❤️ you, mean it x

09/08/2026

WTF.

Just when I think maybe this whole thing is all a little too good to be true…

WE HAVE A WEEKEND LIKE THAT. ❤️

A weekend of pure fu***ng HAPPY.

Me being openly overwhelmed.
Probably too chatty.
Definitely over-sharing.
Laughing with regulars like we’ve known each other for 47 years.
Holding conversations I probably wasn’t expecting to have.
And making SO MANY cakes for my favourite humans who trusted me yet again to create something delicious for their people.

And then there’s the actual business day s**t show…

The baking.
The packing.
The cleaning.
The stock.
The “where the f**k did I put that?”
The “surely we made enough?”
The sore feet.
The tired brain.
The running around like I’ve completely lost the plot.

And somehow…

In the middle of all of it…

I looked around and thought,

F**K. I REALLY LOVE THIS.

Not every day.
Not every minute.
Definitely not every business decision 😂

But this?

These people.
This space.
These conversations.
The cakes leaving the building with people who are genuinely excited to take them home.
The regulars who know my life and I know theirs.
The new faces who somehow already feel like they belong.

THIS is the bit.

So if I’ve seemed a little overwhelmed lately…

I am.

If I’ve talked too much…

Absolutely.

If I’ve overshared…

Probably.

If I’ve looked like I have no fu***ng idea what I’m doing…

Correct.

But underneath all of that is one very fu***ng grateful human who gets to make cake for people she genuinely loves having around.

And honestly?

That’s pretty bloody special.

Thank you for another weekend that reminded me why the f**k I keep doing this. ❤️

Now excuse me while I go stare at the dishes and question every life decision I’ve ever made yet again. K x

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