I can’t really take credit for this baby shower, but I’m going to anyway.
Susan is the one who came up with the bike theme…
I had a lot of fun planning and decorating for this with Angela and Susan. And I did actually contribute by designing, printing, assembling and mailing these invitations–which technically, Susan did all the hard work of cutting and assembling the bikes for such that all I had to do was stick them on with 3d squares which she totally supplied me with, so if your point is that Susan is just a better shower throwing friend than me, and I need to get over myself, well, might I just observe that so’s your face?
If you’re wondering why bicycles, well Megan, Susan, Angela and several others at the party are the Real Bike Wives of Fairfax/Loudon County. All their husbands bike together. A LOT. And somehow they still let Kent and me tag along at non-bike events even though the closest Kent gets to riding a bike is when he drives his car in the bike lane illegally.
As head of food preparation, Ang killed it with some broiled rosemary cheese which you will just have to imagine because it was in a cast iron skillet in my oven at the time of this photo shoot.
I put together a passionfruit pie to round out the serious deliciousness that our cohosts Megan V. and Kristen supplied.
I also used this opportunity to talk myself into buying some nice drink dispensers and stands on summer clearance at Sur la Table (and some stainless steel spigets from Amazon to replace the plastic garbage that came with them). Which reminds me I still have some cranberry cider sparkler in my refrigerator to drink after I finish this post.
If you’ve been to a baby shower before with a significant crossover of the same group of women, then you’ve probably heard their birth stories more than once. Angela observed, quite rightly in my opinion, that every one loves to tell these stories as they compete for the grand prize of most difficult, weird, or dangerous obstetric incident–but nobody really loves to hear them. Thusly warned, we avoided turning the day into the vagina monologues, much to everyone’s relief. Please enjoy this collection of colorful summer pants while Brenda convinces you to read Sweet Evil.
We’re so excited for you Megan!