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When a normal gets stung by a swarm of bees, he or she complains about it to everyone within 50 feet, consults a doctor, or holds a pack of ice on it until the swelling goes down. Blake Lively pulls out her frosting dispenser and throws herself a fake 27th birthday party, because Preserve. She explained the whole story on her site:
I don't know enough about insects to say if they were wasps, honeybees or Mother Nature's miniature flying tasers. What I DO know, is that just moments before we were in the midst of a gorgeous fall fashion shoot. Now, I was a Monty Python sketch; running at top speed in no particular direction, whipping my arms and hands around like I'd just discovered they were growing out of my shoulders without my previous knowledge. There was a terrible sound piercing the air too… I was later informed this sound had emanated from my very own mouth. I'd prefer to never hear it again. Along with everybody else on the East Coast.
I was shaken. I was swollen. I had to stop what I was doing to recuperate and/or shrink.
What better way to recover than throw a fake 27th birthday party for myself? I looked for the nearest vanilla cake and decorated it.
She consults tassels and jewels, assorting them in the most photogenic way possible. If she's capable of all this baking/DIY-ing after being stung by a swarm of bees, Blake might actually have a shot at being the next Martha Stewart.