A Brief Post from Party Land

Hellloooooo!
Today is Party Baking day. And Bunting day. And last minute things day in the Schedule of Party Works.

It's full steam ahead here in Party Land.
I am sitting here in my sweats, fresh from walking bus duty and cupcake baking... taking five minutes for myself in between gluing tassles on Woody's vest and cutting out bunting. Soon I will take a shower. After the cleaning/washing/slaving is done, I promise (I'd hate you to think I'll stay stinky all day).
No point getting clean clothes messy, right?

I think it's kinda funny that an introvert like me gets such a kick out of planning fun parties.
Me, the girl who freaks out in crowds, loves nothing better than to invite a bunch of noisy kids over to her house and show them a great time.
Do you see the irony there?

I love it. Love kids parties.
Love the challenge of coming up with a cool theme.
The fun of spotting bargains to enhance it.
The creativity I get to use, making stuff from bits and peices.
I think even if I had an unlimited budget I would still like to do my parties home-made.
Because I just love using my imagination. And seeing the kids use theirs.
Love to make a fuss on their special day. See them enjoying themselves with their friends.
Watch kids having fun, celebrating and being kids.

Maybe they won't notice the little details like the Rocket Juice labels on the bottles of (home brand) lemonade, but for me it's all part of making an atmosphere of fun. A party where anything can happen. Where laughter and giggling is the soundtrack.
Where you overhear kids saying to one another, "Man this was the fun-est party ever!"
I love it.

So here I sit surrounded by bunting needing stringing, goody-bags needing filling, cupcakes needing icing and a Rocket Cake needing Baking.
I have to re-think the Party Plan cos there's rain forecast. I've learnt the hard way to check the weather and have a Plan B. Now I'll be baking some Star Cookies for the big kids to ice. Setting up Miss Fab's room as "face-paint central" and turning our Dining Room into Pizza Planet.

(Do you like the sign I painted???)

I get stressed though. Course I do. Almost every party, my hubby threatens to ban parties from now on. But somehow, another birthday rolls around and I find myself here on Baking Day up to my elbows in cupcakes and bunting. My goal this party is to get through it without stressing. I am going to let go of the small stuff.

I don't need to sew the tassles on Woody's vest. I can glue-gun them.
I don't need to make signs for the food that read things like, "Meteor shower" (on the chocolate crackle) or make Deputy Sheriffs badges out of gold-painted cardboard. these are great ideas, but ones I can let go of in the interests of a relaxed headache-free marital-bliss me.

Really there is no time for blogging.
But here I am, taking five minutes out for sweaty-ole Me.
Wish me luck.

{PS Are you Party Mad? Or Party Shy?}

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