July 2015 – Almost Farmgirl

So, my friend was proposed to in my front yard with llamas looking on in the distance…and there really was a bonfire later that night.

Also, Kristen, those roses? They’re still hanging up in my breezeway.

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(Note: Truly, I am trying from this point forward to post more often than every six months. In my defense, I’ve been a tid bit busy. See below…)

This is way overdue, but I have a tale to tell…

Two months ago, my blogger friend almostfarmgirl (Cherity), her cousin (Katie), my three roommates, our mutual friend, several other of my friends, and one brother of mine were all involved in an elaborate scavenger hunt sponsored by Katie’s church. My therapist-boyfriend was supposed to come, but he cancelled last minute (I let him off easy since he had just gone with me to Arizona and California, where he treated me to the most DELICIOUS. VEGAN. RESTAURANT. EVER. [more on that forever]). I was invited to this scavenger hunt by Katie, on the basis of it being something to do before Cherity’s bonfire party later that evening.

It’s not a bonfire…

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Several months ago, I was asked to host my sister’s bridal shower. (She’s getting married in August.) I agreed. A date was set. All I had to do then was everything else.

Here’s my confession: Generally speaking, I hate “showers” (the party, not the method of cleaning oneself…just to clarify). Baby showers. Bridal showers. Not sure if it’s the cheesy games or the social obligation or just the fact that I’m a raging introvert, and I find such parties (populated largely with people I don’t know) completely exhausting, but I just don’t enjoy them. I attend them willingly and fairly often, knowing that attendance at such events and the gifts we bring do mean something, but I have never been the sort of person who gets excited about them.

Anyway, when faced with hosting such a party myself, I decided that I wanted it to be different from “normal” bridal showers. Mostly, I decided, hosting a normal bridal shower would make me want to stab myself in the eye with a fork, and that seemed unpleasant. So, like any good millennial, I went straight to Pinterest. And I typed “bridal shower” into the search bar. And it came back with a million and one possibilities, most of which seemed to involve making “wedding gowns” out of toliet paper…because that’s totally a thing. There were wine tasting bridal showers and coffee shop bridal showers and strawberry field bridal showers…the list of possibilities is endless really. But none of them seems quite right. And while it was tempting to throw a bunch of wine at a commonly boring party and see what happened, it also seemed a little dangerous.

“No wine.” I thought, sadly, clicking on yet another list of themes. And so it was that I found our theme, a blip on the radar. Hmmmmm…Alice in Wonderland. And it all sort of came flooding back. The trip to Florida where my sister played “Alice” over and over and over in the van’s VCR. Nothing else allowed. (As younger sister I didn’t really have a say.) The “Alice” dress she cherished with the white rabbit on the apron. It was decided. For better or for worse, my sister’s bridal shower would be “Alice in Wonderland” themed.

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