Ok, so my sister Allison’s bridal shower was about 7 million months ago. At least I’m writing something about it before the actual wedding! I only took a few photos, because I was so busy freaking out about little tiny details that nobody else in the world cares about. Oh and, yaknow, doing some hosting. The shower was the same weekend as aquapocalypse. Washing crudites with bottled water is both decadent and ridiculous.
You know it’s a party when there are mini sandwiches.
Aside from the lovely bride-to-be, Gracie was the most popular “lady” in attendance.
No woman’s trousseau is complete without a cutting board shaped like North Carolina.
Our older sister couldn’t make it, so she sent whoopie pies. We missed her terribly, but the whoopie pies were definitely a huge hit.
I’m a little jealous, because Allison wore a pot on her head at her other shower. No kitchenware was used as adornment at my event. Even still, we all had a fantastic time. I used to not be such a fan of showers, but I’ve come to love having that female bonding time. We all sat around talking about love and relationships. My maternal grandmother told a story about soliciting at the Bridgeport train station. I let her know that she really needs to add “for charity” in there somewhere. Cue relieved laughter from the other bridesmaids.
You know it’s a good party when grandma tells a story that makes everyone think she was once a prostitute.
Happy shower, Allison. I can’t wait for the wedding!
