It is a twisted path one takes to make polymer clay cake toppers. Chances are it isn't something you say you want to do when you grow up. You can't major in Cake Toppers when you go to college. I do have an Associate of Arts degree. It is in nothing. I call it my bag lady degree since that is all I qualify for by having it.
I've had many careers. My first job was at McDonald's. A great place to learn how to really work and not just look busy. They do (or at least they did a million years ago when I worked there) a great job of utilizing their employees. Since than I worked at a video store, a cheese shop, a machine shop, a glamour photography studio, the video store again, the cheese shop again only this time in a form of managing kiosks, a temp service. (I placed people in temp jobs) I worked for a major bank and a major retailer as well. Whew. I disliked most of those jobs. (I loved the video store and the cheese shop as you can tell as I went back to them a couple of times - both have since closed or I may be selling you Havarti or recommending a good Saturday night flick)
During all those working years, I kept thinking of ways to incorporate my artistic tendancies and my need for moola. A difficult task. Nothing seemed to really fit. Then I had a baby and everything else fell away. I didn't care one bit about working, or artistic expression or anything at all except this fantastic little human I was taking care of. The little boy filled in all the cracks of my identity.
It seemed after a time that this child was the only one that was going to show up. (he was the only one brave enough to be my kid) That suited me just fine. But now there was some time left over and the the previous mentioned thoughts and desires began creeping back in to my mind.
I tried a couple of other things first before the toppers. I tried being an Avon lady and doing a "party" thing. No and no. During all this time and during all those cruddy jobs I had a cake decorating hobby. But you can't make cakes from your home. The state of Minnesota thinks all of our kitchens are too grubby to do that and the truth is I wasn't thrilled with baking anyway. I just made the cakes as a vehicle to decorate. My favorite decorating task was gumpaste and fondant sculptures. It's still food though and Minnesota still says no. (update: Minnesota has changed it's laws since this post. With limitations you can start a food based business from your home.)
This next part of the story you may have heard before. It's on my website on the "About Me" page. The very much abbreviated and simplified version of the road to making clay stuff. My cousin's son was getting married. I agreed (or volunteered, I don't remember now) to make their wedding cake. They had a cute invitation with a cave man and woman on it. I wanted to make a little cave couple for a topper out of gumpaste but the wedding was 250 miles away and even in the frozen north it's still hot up here in August and figured any sugar sculptures would surely melt on the journey. I decided to try polymer clay to make them permanent. It worked. Really well actually. Usually any
artistic endeavor I try takes a least a second go, or a third or fourth to get it the way I like it. The clay immediately opened a door in my heart. I look at the picture of that first topper now and think it looks amatuerish and the structure was not stable but at the time it was the best thing I had made in a long time. So my mind began to work on how to grow this thing. I began to research it and it turns a few other people were doing this (there IS a market for this) It also corresponded with my ability to get on a computer and actually reach other people besides just my mom and sister (my biggest customers of my other ill fated ventures) The seeds of Tippy Top were sown. There is more of course. I will continue to write and see how tolerant you all are of the ME syndrome these first few blog entries are suffering from. I hope you will read on.
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Updated: Sunday, 22 May 2016 9:17 PM EDT