Last weekend I threw a baby shower for some very good friends of mine. (I’ve been meaning to blog about this all week. Hee hee!) So my friend Winnie really detests baby showers. She hates the stupid games. She hates the hours of unwrapping gifts punctuated with a million, “Awww!”s. She kind of hates the whole she-bang. (Which I find ironic considering she has a pug blog. I keep waiting for the day she designs her own LOLpugs.) Winnie is the kind of gal to buy you an extra nice gift so she can get out of going to your horrid baby shower.
She also has a great, quirky sense of humor. (yay!)
Of course, I jumped at the chance of throwing her a shower. (Not that that’s a big stretch since I’m the unofficial event organizer of our group.) Winnie had some requests/ideas to make the shower less traditional, including, 1) coed (which we did); 2) no games (ditto – I think a lot of them are dumb, too); 3) pancake restaurant (rocking!); and 4) placenta recipe cards as part of the favors! (Um, me and her other friend nixed that one. Although potentially hilarious (because it was that kind of group), her mom was going to be there.)
But in that spirit these developed…
Yes, that is a baby in womb-like jello (mucho thanks to Penny!). Peach jello to be exact. Cherry and Strawberry were a tad too graphic. And I heard the peach jello was quite delicious, as folks dug into them after our meal. Here’s a closer look (because I know you want to).
We also put together a baby survival kit (which included booze, of course) and had a lot of fun with graphics of sausage and waffles (she’s having a boy). So how did my friend Winnie, hater-of-showers, react to the end result?
Quote: “That was the least insufferable shower I’ve ever been to!”
Rock on! – the weirdgirl