How I became known as Flossie

Having offered to bring the cake to my mother-in-law’s birthday celebration (she may have been 85 that year, around 1989), I wasn’t the least bit shy when it came to decorating the cake. I pulled out the stops and used all my “Wilton” tricks. Many of the guests were her contemporaries and known to say exactly what they thought. One of the “blue-haired” ladies took a thoughtful look at the cake which was centered on the dining table. She turned to me and raising one eyebrow she asked, “Did you make the cake?” “Yes,” I responded. She then gave her verdict. “You’re right flossie, ain’t ya?”
Well, there it was…my design style wrapped up in one word by a feisty octogenarian!