For us, the only successful New Year’s Eve parties are planned at the last minute. Try to schedule a week or two ahead of time and it all falls apart. Invite your friends the day before and everything comes together beautifully.
My sister was in town and we decided to split the responsibilities– I did food and cleaning up the house, she did decor and activities. Mine was the better end of the deal by far; but Ruth made it magical. Since these are the only photos I took while they were visiting, I’m including quite a few.
While the little boys helped me peel potatoes, Ruth went shopping with the girls.
Eighteen balloons with helium and a bag of fifty to scatter on the floor.
Molly chased the balloons all night long.
We thought we were SO funny, filling the bathroom with balloons. Even more amusing is none of our guests mentioned the orb filled room– they just pushed them aside.
Big parties always call for butcher paper covering the table. We scattered pens all over the table so everyone could write New Year’s predictions.
By far the best activity of the night was creating New Year’s hats. Trust me. You need to make these at your next NYE party. It’s the perfect ice breaker and creative outlet.
Even the missionaries made party hats. I sent photos to their moms.
Hans didn’t want to leave the pets out.
As friends started arriving, the kids were more than happy to help them with hats.
Writing predictions on the table, while Hans embellishes Ellie’s phone with a few stars. It was a very, very good night to be a teenage boy. Our house was full of beautiful girls.
Thinking hard about his predictions.
Next, CANDY GAMBLE. I’m sure I’ve talked about it on this blog before. The rules are simple: gather a basket full of candy and a pair of dice. If you roll doubles or a seven you can take candy out of the basket or from another person. Stop when all the candy is gone or three people cry–whichever comes first.
I love that I can spy Hans eating clementines in every photo.
After the gamble, some cute people went home early.
and others had trouble staying awake.
But at midnight everyone came to life:
poppers, streamers, horns
a conga line around the kitchen,
and a photo on Instagram.
After everyone went home, we had a table covered with abandoned hats and predictions… approx. 50% included kissing and/or Taylor Swift. The bag of confetti stars covered every surface. As our friend Rich began sweeping up he said, “It’s such a big mess it seems pointless. But then I thought, “it matters to this star…””
Raise your hand if you’ve heard the starfish on the beach story ten thousand times.
It was futile, the stars are still everywhere– all over my front porch and stuck in the cracks of the floor. Every time I sweep one up it makes me happy– I hope they never disappear.
p.s. I’ve decided to forego all goals that require luck, like losing weight or winning the lottery (equally unlikely). Instead, I’m trying to enjoy life. To focus on everything good and forget the bad. And to roast more vegetables. ‘Cause I love roasted vegetables and I need to expand my repertoire.