Whenever I'm feeling particularly prissy (which isn't often, mind you), girly, or just in need of some good old fashioned pampering, Matt calls me "pretty, pretty princess." I have to confess that I find it endearing, even if it does imply a trace of condescension, because who doesn't like being called pretty by their man? I for one am not one to poo-poo compliments.
Well, this last Saturday I was made to feel like true royalty by my dear friend, the incomparable Miss Kelly Shaw, who hosted for me the best darn bridal shower a girl could imagine. Cheese & wine fondue, margeurita pizza, toasted chicken and pesto sandwiches, pomegranate martinis, chocolate fondue with strawberries and marshmallows....oh my word, the food was GOOD and PLENTIFUL. We feasted! Plus, there
were the softest, cakiest cupcakes with pillows of pink frosting piled on top. And surely those must be the official food of princesses worldwide, no?The only thing that could possibly top the food and presentation was spending time with some of my most-loved people in the world. There were a couple out-of-staters who weren't able to make it, which of course was disappointing, but those who were there surrounded me with love and good vibes--exactly what I needed in order to get through this next few weeks and make it to the wedding with my senses, wits, and fingernails intact.
Life lessons learned:
1) Bridal showers are infinitely more fun and entertaining (not to mention short) when they're in your honor,
2) Being the center of attention isn't all that bad when the people doing the watching are as wonderful and loving and supportive as my beautiful friends happen to be, and
3) I am one blessed woman.
To all those who were there to share the day with me and to Kelly for making it all happen--thank you, thank you, thank you.
(See more pictures on Kelly's blog.)
1 comment:
I have to agree that yes, cupcakes are the official food of princesses, as are martinis and champagne. THAT is the good life.
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