Bubbling over Donuts!!

So the summer flew by and mind you, it was fun! My family and I attended 6 Birthday parties, 3 Weddings, 2 Baby Showers, and also celebrated my hubby’s 40th Birthday, my daughter’s 6th Birthday, and the 38th of yours truly. We are so grateful and feel blessed to have been a part of our friends’ milestones and life events. I really can’t thank them enough for being a part of our lives as much as we have become a part of theirs.

So it’s pretty obvious at this point that I love parties, just as much as a fat kid loves cake. Or donuts. No, I’m not kidding. I am that fat kid. I love the kind of party where the champagne bottles outnumber the beer and wine selection. The kind where the food is so plentiful and delicious that I must have seconds. The kind where I get to put on a dress and feel like a girl in grown up heels. And especially the kind where the Aunt of a best friend pulls you aside at the end of a party and tells you not to use the foil because she already packed up some food for you to take home. In a to-go box. Yep, that kind.

Oh, and that Aunt? God, I love her.

And that best friend I mentioned? Her name is Stacey. Well, let’s just say this past summer, her backdrop for her children’s birthday party blew me away. Stacey and I have been friends forever. This year she and her husband hosted a Bubble Party, complete with an adorable donut bar, bubble scientist, bubble station, and of course, food for days!! But let’s not forget that she had me at donuts.

There are six of us girls that have been besties since the dawn of time, and I consider them my sisters. There’s Eunice,Charm, Kathy, Karen, and last but not least, Stacey. These girls are hilarious!! When we all get together, one of us or all of us usually ends up crying, and laughing , sometimes at the same time. Throw in some wine and appetizers in there, and we can call it a day.

Stacey though, I can definitely say, is my arts and crafts bestie. She understands, with complete empathy, my need for paper and fabrics to coordinate with a theme. She has a craft style that is both lively and modern. There’s nothing cheesy with this lady.

I love how her eyes glaze over with that crazed look as she starts to describe how she’s tackling her latest project. I know that look well, because I get that too! Then there’s those phone calls during a Michael’s trip that we simply cannot decide on something. Anything. Between crafting our bridal showers, our weddings, our own baby showers, and now our own children’s parties, we haven’t met a glue gun, stamp, or paper that we haven’t conquered.

Ok, you really have to see these pictures already. Her design and event style was just amazing. Did I mention that she had food for days?? Ok, I’ll let the pictures do the rest of the talking.

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Wild flowers

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I love flowers. Not the ones with a scent so heavy it’ll make your head spin (I mean really, who wants a spinning head), but the unscented ones. The dainty ones with little delicate petals, or the ones that just would never make it in a bridal bouquet of some sort. Most would call them weeds, but I prefer to see them as the nonconformist variety. Wild flowers.

When I was little I used to pick them all the time, and made little bouquets to give to my mom. And buttercups? Remember those? Little yellow wild flowers that grew on a long stem amongst the clover. One time on a dare a neighbor girl told me the stem tasted like lemons and that I should try one. I dare you, she taunted. So I did, without even blinking. And yes, it was sour, and thank goodness I’m still alive.

Early on I always tried to teach my munchkin that beauty is always around us. The easiest way I could show her this was through our walks, while picking wild flowers along the way. She loves this activity, and I really do cherish it. I never claim to know their names, so we just call them by size or color. Just keepin’ it simple for my 5 year old and my 37 year old brain.

My sister bought this adorable and tiny flower press for my munchkin. As she gave it, my first thought was, Yay for ME!! I love my sister (and yes Sister, if you’re reading this I told your niece you bought it just for HER). So today we cracked it open and put it to good use. Hopefully we did it right. According to the instructions the flower should be ready in 3 weeks. Guess I’ll have to update you on that later. I hope I do my sister proud.

 

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