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Flower Party!
We just got back from a really fun flower-themed birthday party for Annalie this last weekend. May is a crazy month when it comes to birthday parties. I’ve got one every week. Actually it’s kind of nice that so many people have birthdays in May, since the weather is always beautiful. I know when I’m planning Bug’s birthday parties, I always have to factor in winter weather and that really cramps my style. (Yes, I know I live in the land of sunshine but January can still be a wee bit cold for us. Our blood is thin.)
This party was a really fun party for me because Bethany let me help, even though she thinks I’m crazy when it comes to party-planning. But this time she let me convince her that my way of planning parties is the best way. I can be a bit bossy when I have a vision so the fact that Bethany humored me was amazing. I really tried to hold back but that’s like asking me not to breathe.
It all started with the cake. As you know Bethany can make an amazing cake. If I am the cardboard whisperer then she is the cake whisperer. Annalie made a special request for a flower-shaped cake with strawberry frosting for the petals and blueberry frosting for the center.
Bethany being Bethany, she made the cake exactly to spec and the frosting had REAL strawberries in it and REAL blueberries too! I didn’t even know you could do that! She blended the fruit into pureés and mixed it into the cream cheese frosting. It tasted AMAZING!
I’m all about how things look. I couldn’t care less about taste. You could cover a piece of foam in frosting and I’d be happy as long as it looked good in photos. Which is a lesson to me. It’s good to be around friends who have different tastes to teach you that your own view is not the only one.
But me being me, I decided that this really cool flower shape should be incorporated into everything in the party! Why not?!! I LOVE flowers! There is so much you can do with them. Why not make it a flower-themed birthday party!!!
Bethany found a neat flower-shaped piñata online.
I picked up some real flowers at the flower market on my way down to Bethany’s. I used to arrange flowers for an old job of mine so I know the secret shopping spot where the pros go. I really miss visiting the flower markets at 5 o’clock in the morning. I know it’s weird to love an early job like that but there is something exciting about shopping through rows and rows of super-fresh flowers in the wee hours of the morning. Real florists get there super early to haggle over the best deals.
Technically I’m not really allowed to shop there anymore since I closed my resale license several years ago. But I remembered one vendor was a little more shady than the others so I quick slipped in and just as I’d hoped she sold me a bundle or two under the table. I think she might have swindled me because the flowers cost twice as much as I expected but I was just thankful she didn’t blow her whistle on me and send me scurrying out with nothing.
There is nothing like fresh flowers at a party, I say. That and flower-shaped food! We had flower-shaped peanut-butter-&-jelly sandwiches and flower-shaped vegetables. If I’d had my way, we would have had flower-shaped ice cubes in our drinks too but I think Bethany would have looked at me cross-eyed. As it was she drew the line when I suggested cutting radishes up as roses. I guess she’s right. Kids don’t usually like radishes.
While Bethany and I ran around and hid all the clues for a treasure hunt that would happen later, the kids made tissue-paper flowers. Thankfully, my mom was on hand to keep everyone in line. I think the flowers were a little difficult for the wee ones but they managed.
And of course here is a photo of Bug and her GREEN flower. She is so consistent. Do you like her green skirt? My mom made it.
She made one for each of her three grandchildren. They look like they hate their skirts in this photo but really it is just me trying to get them to smile. I was so fed up with SuperChic (the pink one) not cooperating with me that I decided to try a little reverse psychology and tell them to NOT smile. As you can see my trick backfired on me. But I actually love this photo so maybe we should try it more often. Maybe they’ll grow up and start a rock band and this can be their album cover.
Here’s a shot of them cooperating. They are laughing because I made them say “Auntie is STINKY” or something. When all else fails resort to fart jokes.
So where was I? Flower cake, flower piñata, flower food, tissue-paper flower craft and…a quickly-drawn flower stand! Bethany had some cardboard boxes around so I drew my idea of a flower stand really quick on one of them and cut out a window for the kids to pretend to sell flowers out of. That was fun for about five minutes.
I think if I had come up with that idea a little earlier I could have really made a cool flower stand with real buckets of flowers and everything. I was imagining little bouquets wrapped up in paper doilies to give out as favors and I bet a flower stand invitation would look really cool too…you see how I am?
Bethany also gave out t-shirts with flowers on them as party favors. (You can see them in the top photo.) I love party favors like that, something you can really use instead of cheap toys and candy that we all need like a hole in our heads. A week earlier Bethany and I got together and freezer-paper stenciled them. It was really fun and actually quite simple. I think she is going to write a how-to post about it soon. So stay tuned for that. (I did write that post. Here it is! ~Bethany)
You might also notice my my mom’s flags decorating the patio in some of the photos. Bethany bought them from my mom’s shop before the flower theme was decided on. But they do have flowers on them and they are Annalie’s favorite colors. It’s really handy having friends who support my family’s hobbies. It especially makes it easy for me when I need to shoot product photos for my mom’s shop. Nothing like real life for great photos!
Though between you and me, those flags are real buggers to shoot. It’s almost impossible to get the right background to make them look as pretty as they do in real life. But whatever…buy them! They are great. Really they are. (Also it’s great to support the grandma who buys Bug most of her cute clothes.)
I’m really getting off track. This post was supposed to be about Annalie and her really fun fifth birthday party that I got to help with. I’m so glad we were part of it.
The flower cake was inspirational. Thanks for thinking it up Annalie!
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Gone Fishin’
My dad and brother decided to take an unpaid vacation this week. They are long-haul truckers who spend six days a week driving from one side of the country to the other. It’s not an easy job but it pays the bills. They hardly ever get to see their family because they run long and hard. Taking a week off is probably not the smartest thing to do during these difficult economic times but it is a good idea when you’re so fed up with working that you feel like quitting. Hopefully after a week of rest and relaxation they will be in better spirits.
Bug and I rest and relax all the time but that doesn’t mean we didn’t hop in the car quick as a bunny and rush out to the sticks to enjoy their R&R time with them. A fishing trip! Some lawn-mowing! Sign us up!
The lake was so pretty. I haven’t been here since I was a kid and it immediately brought back memories of camping and kicking up dust. Camping in the desert is a lot different from camping up in Northern California but it’s still pretty. There aren’t as many trees and you can’t find any moss outside of the scary pit bathrooms but it’s still quite serene and beautiful.
My Dad used to take my brother and me fishing here. I don’t think I’ve ever caught a fish at this lake though. Maybe they don’t exist. Though I know they do because the guy next to us caught five big fat bass and a guy across the lake caught two. But we didn’t catch anything. We never do.
We caught some rocks…
…and a log.
But the most important thing about this trip was that Bug got to fish with Papa. She’s been fishing with her Uncle George and that was really fun but fishing with Papa (my Dad) is special. All of us kids have stories about fishing with Papa.
My Dad LOVES fishing. He fishes every chance he gets. Sometimes he stops along the side of the road while he’s trucking and fishes. He could tell you tales all night long about the trout he’s caught and the people he’s met while fishing. I don’t know how many times he’s forced me taste some stinky piece of fish that he cooked in a pan over a campfire because he’s sure that I’ll like it if I just give it a chance.
I never do. I can’t stand the taste of fish. But I do like fishing. I just like letting them go again better. Fishing is fun. Eating fish is for the birds, or the cats. I get much more enjoyment out of watching my cat eat the fish I’ve caught than I’d ever get out of the choicest piece of salmon. I don’t care what kind of fancy sauce you put on it. It all tastes like fish to me. Even tuna out of a can. Blagh!
Anyway. Fishing! Fishing is fun!
Except when you’re ten and the fish aren’t biting. Then it’s reeeeeeaaaaaallly really boring. But then everything is boring when you’re ten. I remember.
Now that I’m older (and fatter and lazier) I’m inclined to think that the best part of fishing (and camping) is the eating-outdoors part. There is nothing like a big fat picnic next to a lake when you’re starving. Fried chicken, German potato salad, fruit salad, freshly-sliced avocados… YUM!
CC and my mom made all the food. I was supposed to make cookies but I was too busy doing something else and I thought we wouldn’t need them. Who needs cookies when you have enough fruit salad to feed an army? I guess I forgot how much energy you use up when you are running up and down the shore fetching things and untangling fishing lines. We did need those cookies and missed them sorely.
So we fished and we fished and we fished. “And we caught no fishes!” (That’s a line from Sunday School song.) But it was all good.
The sun went down and suddenly we remembered that it’s still March and not July. We huddled under coats as long as we could take it and then packed up for home.
It was a great day. Just like my Dad always says, “The worst day fishin’ is still better than the best day workin’.”