Bras and Laughter

It has been several months since I threw a “Lingerie Party” for a good friend of mine. With the wedding planning madness, moving into a new house, and school work I never got the opportunity to share with you what a success it was. 

Two weeks before the party I got in touch with Callie’s adorable and fun loving mom and started planning. We settled to have the party in a friend’s gorgeous backyard and I got to work on the food, decorations, and games. I wanted to give Callie a fun and classy girl’s night that didn’t get out of hand. My biggest mistake was choosing to use pink decorations knowing full well Callie isn’t a fan. Did you know finding red boa’s is actually quite difficult?

I bought party favor diamond rings that I placed on top of pink iced cupcakes. On other cupcakes I drew pairs of underwear and bras. For cups I purchased Dollar Store wine glasses and painted bra’s and underwear on them then added glitter. At the bottom of the stem I tied a pink feather ribbon to add some pizazz. The wine glasses were the guest cups and party favors. 

Our best game was multi-functional. I had each guest bring a pair of underwear that they would usually wear as a gift for Callie. I hung the underwear up on a clothes line and Callie had to choose who brought what. Though we had some confusion as to whether you were supposed to choose underwear you would want Callie to wear or what you personally would wear the game went well and it seemed everyone had a good time.

I was so honored to throw the party for Callie as she has been such an amazing friend. I wish Callie and Dann the best of luck in their wonderfully blessed married life!

Slipcovers and Fellowship

Who doesn’t love good looking, cheap, and usable craft projects? I love the result of my hard work and the opportunity to make something to be proud of myself for. Recently, a cousin of mine sent me a link to a blog I fell in love with. What grabbed my attention the most was a post she wrote on “How to Make a Slip Cover for a Sectional”. http://www.thenester.com/2010/05/how-to-make-a-slipcover-for-a-sectional.html

Basically, she called over ten good girlfriends that owned sewing machines and they got to work. The astonishing factor to me wasn’t that they finished a slipcover for a big couch in one day. What stunned me was that she had ten girlfriends with sewing machines. Not only that, but she had ten girlfriends! She has ten girlfriends that are willing to let her turn them into factory workers. Wow.

While I don’t have any intentions of making girlfriends so that they can help recover my couch (though I could use the help) I would like to know ten girls willing to get crafty with me. So I have challenged myself to a “Girls Night Craft Extravaganza”. I plan to turn my married and single lady friends into Martha Stuart wannabes.

What would you do to get this started? Craft ideas? Food ideas?

Clouds of Doom and No Worries

It’s been over a month now that Adam and I have been home from the honeymoon. The wedding planning is over but the gray wedding cloud of doom is still hovering. I’m still working on thank you notes (my apologies everyone) and now I'm having wedding re-do nightmares. Don’t get me wrong I loved our wedding and had such a great time, but I would hate to go through that all over again. I’m married, happy, and ready to face different challenges. So please nightmares go away!

I’m willing to share some wedding day secrets that might give some cause for my nightmares. The day of I woke up with no voice. I’m wasn't squeaky or a little hoarse I was mute. I whispered our vows. I broke out in hives that all of my bridesmaids noticed but ignored until my brother walked in and freaked out, thus making me aware of my rosy complexion. Thank you for the fix dear allergy meds.

The wedding cake: My dad’s friend knew a woman who was supposedly great with cakes. I saw pictures of her work and was thrilled though I knew the situation was risky. Months before the wedding I sent her a “mock up” of a cake and she agreed to the job. A few days before the wedding she called to hash out some details, which made me a little nervous. Needless to say, we never heard from her again. My angel of an aunt got on the phone and called around and found that Publix was capable of making a cake just in time for our big day. It wasn’t a Knot.com winner, but it did the job and was delicious.

My hair was white until my God send of a groomsmen’s-wife-and-personal-friend –Erin ran in and literally scraped out the serious layers of “freeze” hairspray that the hairdresser recklessly applied. Not to mention the terrible do’s my bridesmaids got that Erin also remarkably fixed. Daytona’s award winning hair salon full of honey selling hippies was a bust though their honey did help my voice.

But the worst part of our day was the non-existent paid wedding coordinator. I mean, he was there to tell us when to walk for the ceremony after not coming to our rehearsal to tell us how it worked and not making sure that he used the rehearsal dinner decorations we put together and delivered, nor was he there to tell us where our “big exit” should be. Oh Hilton on Daytona Beach do I have words for you. No worries though, my complaints will be on every brides website within the month.

While this post is full of serious negativity none of these problems sunk in that day for me. I never cared that I didn’t have a voice. I didn’t care that my hair was white and big deal if I had an allergic reaction. No cake, well then change the saying to “Let them eat store bought ice cream!” I didn’t care because all that mattered was that I married my best friend that day. Unfortunately for the Hilton, I care now buddies.