Thursday, January 12, 2006

In The Pink

The Really Rather Alarmingly Pink Party fast approaches (look yonder; how quickly it doth approach!), and I have been busily pinking it up. Last night the spousal unit held up his hands in the international sign for "time out" (meaning, 'for the love of God, Veronica, did you have to buy the gigantic pink steel drink bucket?'), to which I responded, "The invitation said alarmingly pink, not 'kinda' pink! ALARMINGLY!" And what could the very good man say? Thas right.

Here are the goody bags, including the contents, for the girls. I'll attach some balloons (um, pink ones) at the party site. The bags for the boys proved far trickier, as I was thoroughly repulsed by my trip through the testosterone section of the toy store. Must all the boy toys be puke green? Must all the faces be vaguely, if not absolutely, demonic? Is nothing peaceful? The least offensive items were Hot Wheels, which I got quite happy with. My favorite is the midnight blue 1969 Dodge Charger. I fared much better at the stationery store, picking up some very excellent books of bug, dragon, and dinosaur tattoos, key chains, kaleidoscopes, etc.

I'm telling you, everything is pink. The pre-lunch snack is Strawberry Yan-Yan, for chrissakes!

My brother, a visual merchandiser by trade, has been hauled in by his earlobes to help make things right. I like teaming up with him on things like this. Together we made big balls of daisies for one of my best pals' baby showers. This isn't a very good picture, but if you look closely you can see four of 'em hanging from the lattice on my front porch.

We also devised this slightly creepy centerpiece (your eyes do not deceive you: it's babies floating in a stainless-steel swimming pool of daisies) for the same party, but you know what? In our highly questionable defense, having a baby—and in my friend's case, twins—is kind of creepy. I don't know why I can't make the picture bigger, but maybe it's for the best. Oh, whatever. Here's a long shot of the whole table.


Anyways, you lucky ducks...I fully intend to post pictures of the shindig! Unless of course this post has left me with zero readers. Which would be, you know, completely understandable.

9 comments:

Gladys said...

Whoa. Ver. Whoa.

(Although I like the idea of bug and dragon tattoos.)

ver said...

Yeah. I know. The things one must do...

zguuxdf (expression meaning 'what the hell?')

bino said...

all that hello kittyness is making me go meow meow, you pink pussycat you!

have u looked closer at miss hello and wonder what has happened to the kitty's mouth?

no mouth, so how does she say hello?

hello.

me so pink in envy.

xpyvem = gov't spy program for pink peeps.

ver said...

Meow. Hello Kitty communicates only with her amazingly expressive black-dot eyes...

iykhiqv (Narnian for "here kitty, kitty...")

cornshake said...

pink party? hello kitty? i assume my invite was lost in 'da mail, no? ;)

are those cupcakes on the table?? looks so fun!

ver said...

Oh, cornshake-a-la, you don't meet the age requirement. However, if you agreed to bring the V-dog I might let you slip past the bouncers.

Those are stainless-steel candy tins on the table; they had the cutest daisy labels on top and my friend's name all curlicue-like. For the life of me I can't remember where I found them. I like stainless-steel with pink...

We're having cupcakes tomorrow, though, and I will take a picture especially for you.

CookieDuster said...

What, none of these?

http://home.earthlink.net/~sdurgin/blog_pix/retired_Octopus.jpg

ver said...

ABSOLUTELY none of those!

g said...

Just wondering... did you have a traumatic experience with those plates?