Tonight was time to Prepare For The Party. On account of, I require Crafty Friend to assist with these sorts of things, and this was the night she could come help me. The only other option was Friday, and as the party is on Saturday, that seemed to be cutting it a little close, even for me. As of today, we have 6 girls coming to the bakery with us for the party. And also I believe there was a bottle of wine, tonight. Not sure. It’s gone now. (What time is it? Crap. This work thing, it’s cutting into my blogging. Right now? While I’m writing? Still tipsy.) (See how inebriated Mir manages to focus the picture perfectly on… the tabletop. Wow.)
You know how the mother guilt drives me into the land of arts and crafts where I SO do not belong. But you know, I go to the craft store and buy stuff and then pretty much just cross my fingers and hope it works out in the end. Usually it does. Or I’m too drunk to notice. I’m not really sure. Anyway. We had wine to decorate and aprons to drink! I mean, aprons to decorate and wine to drink. I mean, damn, it’s good that Crafty Friend holds her liquor better than me. Look at her go! And what little girl doesn’t want an adorable, personalized apron as a party favor? Not a one, I tell you. COME ON. There’s GLITTER here!
We drank our wine and assembly-lined those puppies through our “design process” (read: she did the names, I did the other stuff) and before you could say “wow, you have absolutely zero artistic talent,” we had them done.
Anyway, you can’t have a party at a bakery and send the girls off to bake cookies in their nice party dresses without aprons, right? Right. They don’t need to know that they were decorated by two tipsy women discussing the PTA and handcuffs. Um, those are two separate topics, by the way…. (Dad, I am totally kidding! We discussed the PTA and DIETING! Also how great it is that I am always forcing her to come assist on craft projects I’m incapable of doing!)
Did I mention that in addition to the aprons, I decided that the perfect favor for a bakery tea party is a toothbrush? I’m a geek, that way. Sure, you can put a bottle of glitter fabric paint in my hand, but I’m still a MOM. Alas. Anyway, I’m guessing the fab little bags may detract from my utter practicality, at least in some part (click on the sucky party favor to see the festive method of conveyance).
Some day, they’ll appreciate the stuff I do for them, right? Or at least they’ll join me in a glass of wine while we laugh about it?