Saturday morning, as we set the table, tied ribbons and fanned napkins, Stefan mused, “Don’t you think this seems a bit excessive?”
To which I replied, “Oh this is nothing. Wait ’til you see what I have planned for your sweet sixteen party.” 😉
But Fancy Nancy is all about excess (and if you haven’t read those books I’m sorry for you) so we planned a super-fancy-trancy scrumcilicious soiree’.
Mary flitted about the table, scattering candy, hoisting tiny umbrellas and gushing over and over, “Thank you, Mom. Thank you. I can’t believe how fancy it is! Oh Mom, you are doing so good.” (she sounded surprised)
My great-grandmother’s china descended from the upper shelf. Because what use are pretty things if we don’t use them? But the glasses are plastic because a. I’m not that foolhardy and b. we don’t drink wine.
Humble lollies became a charming bouquet.
And Little Debbies Snackcakes morphed into ooh-la-la petit fours.
But our lavish decor paled in comparison to our gorgeous guests.
And our dashing wait staff.
Miss Elle chose the valentine mouse over pastries. She’s a wise little one.
Erik reigned over the games.
It’s hard to know who had more fun. The girls or Hansie?
On to more posh proceedings: corsages,
and blossom headbands.
favorites from the photobooth
And presents. Oh glorious gifts!
I wanted to save the cake for a gathering the next day so we had parfaits for dessert. OK, maybe everything they ate was dessert.
Is there anything cuter than little girls eating icecream?
Finally the cake!
Maybe it was excessive. Just a bit.