This weekend we celebrated life. It was my birthday (maybe you heard something about that?) and also, we had a baby shower for my friend Misty, who is expecting her first child. I’m so excited for her.
The second she told me she was pregnant I insisted I would throw her a shower. Of course, others were involved too. She is loved by many. I sent her a handful of ideas from blogs I liked. She’s having a boy and loved the idea of a sock monkey theme with vintage toys and candy. So a party was born.
It should be noted for the record: I was really more the party dula. I came up with a lot of ideas and prepped them. (And by “came up with,” I mean swiped them from other party blogs) Katy Kat did the labor to bring this party to life. I was very “helpful,” offering all sorts of suggestions for improvement on her work while she was on a ladder hanging ribbon banners from the ceiling for me. She threatened my life on several occasions. I tried to remind her of the greater good. Then I hid. I did not offer ice chips. I think she would have pelted me with them.
Misty loved her party. She praised my OCD in way that thrilled my soul but likely terrified Baby Daddy and Katy Kat for future parties, “It’s like every corner has another little surprise! I love all the detail.” It’s so lovely to hear compliments for my PsycoCrafting.
Once again, my photos fail to do justice to all the work everyone did. While I got a lot of credit, others did a much of the work. I appreciate their efforts tremendously. Now we just sit standby to meet Baby Fox in a few weeks. Can.not.wait.