It's My (Baby's) Party and I'll Cry if I Want Toooooooooo
I was going to start this post by saying that now that Gemma is 9 months old, I have begun planning her first birthday party.
That would have been a lie.
For about...3 months now, at least, I have been planning THE party of the century.
I had a theme picked out. I knew what my menu would be. I knew the location, date, and time of the party.
And then that stupid movie came out. What movie you ask?
All of a sudden my Alice in "ONE" derland inspired, Mad-Hatter's Tea Pary at the park seemed a little less cute and a little more...creepy. And not only did it seem creepy, but I also started to notice MY PARTY popping up everywhere. I can't stand jumping on a bandwagon, no matter how unintentionally. So the theme had to change.
Alice in "ONE" derland was so not happening.
This weekend, I came up with a plan. I wrote about 10 different party ideas on slips of paper, and then stuck them into plastic easter eggs. I threw all the eggs in the bucket and Gemma pulled out a yellow egg.
In theory, I thought the idea wasn't a bad one. The whole, "How the West Was 'ONE'" thing made me giggle, and don't get me started on the idea of my sweet pea in cowgirl boots and a hat. Silly but adorable...or so I thought.
When I finally had THE THEME I had a one on one sesh with my buddy Google and came up with a lot of images that looked more like this:
Than the sweet and pretty variation of a classic theme I had envisioned. Apparently, vision only takes me so far, because page, after page, after page, of Cowgirl got me nowhere.
The Cowgirl theme...not happening.
And now, I feel totally back to square one. I feel like I have researched so many parties, that I may be...over-inspired? Is that even possible?
Now, I know that Gemma won't even remember this party but I will and I want it to be pretty, damn it!