So my sister’s bridal shower was here last weekend, and I wasn’t going to blog about it at all because lately I have been in a mood that I like to call “September Bitchy,” in which I think that I suck, and everything sucks, and blogging sucks, and no one wants to hear about my pathetic attempts to be all Martha Stewart like with the crafting and baking and whatnot.
And plus, before the shower, I thought I’d cleverly non-blog about it by doing a “FameThrowa’s Shower In Pictures” post, in which I’d dazzle you all with soft-lit photos of pink sugar heart cookies, and two kinds of pie, and beautiful inviations I’m qutie proud of, actually, and little swag bags that I made myself that were stuffed with cool shit from Etsy, and the prize bowl, also populated with Etsy stuff, and pretty decorations, and the beautiful array of scrapbooking cut-outs (during the shower we made a “friends and family” scrapbook for FameThrowa), and whatnot.
But then, on the day of the shower, I was frantically running around here like one of the Captain’s Bad Influence idiot friends, and when the guests arrived I was still trying to hang decorations and get food on the table, so there was no time for artsy-fartsy shots of food. Instead, I just took about a dozen pictures of people standing around eating, and you all know how that goes, what with the weird faces and the big biting mouths and people holding their hands in front of their faces to hide the chewing. And that sucks.
However, there is one thing, just one thing, I did manage to take a picture of, and that is this cake I made, and word has gotten out on the street about the cake and I promised I’d post a picture so here you go.
FameThrowa and Mr. Chatty aren’t having a tiered cake at their reception so I thought I’d make them one for the shower. And TWELVE HOURS LATER, there it is. I should mention that this was a totally vegan cake, by the way, so the Captain could bury his face in it and eat his way out if he so desired. Orange cake on the bottom, chocolate on top, all tasty. I’m not going to go all Martha Stewart on your ass and give details but I will share the glory and horror of the making via email if you really, really want to know.
So now we’re past the shower, and on to Gal Smiley’s birthday. We’ve got the wedding itself coming up too and I tried to convince Gal Smiley to wait until mid-October to have her party, but NO, she has waited a whole GODDAMN YEAR for presents, and she will HAVE PRESENTS NOW, thank you. So we are throwing something together crazy fast and as a result I had about a half hour last night to make up invitations and that is BARELY enough time to choose one font, let alone three. So she gets kind of a cut-rate invite this year.
I’m sure I’d think that was cuter if I weren’t in such a bitchy mood. Thank the maker that she wants to do the same thing as last year, namely, stay home and watch a movie with her friends. I offered her a huge list of options, including revisiting this summer’s big hits, Cosmic Adventures or Saunders Farm, and instead she chooses to veg on the couch with a huge bowl of popcorn, which apparently, is THE ultimate food, she’s so excited about the freakin’ POPCORN, for heaven’s sake. I shouldn’t complain, but I am BITCHY, so I will. DAMMIT.
Oh, and I also made these lovely table signs for FameThrowa’s wedding, which I like, so you get a bonus photo for free.
Now if you’ll excuse me, the September Bitchy will not wait, and I have an appointment with a dark room and some 80s goth music and a ginormous coffee. EVERYTHING SUCKS.