I need an excuse to throw a seriously girly party with lots of pink everythings everywhere. I want champagne and feather boas and Hello Kitty cupcakes and doilies and sprinkles. Maybe I should get some girly friends first.
I was always that jerk kid who dug out the whole strawberry stripe of the Neapolitan ice cream in the leaky cardboard box. I kind of miss those crappy boxes that were impossible to open without ripping the lid and you could never get them closed again and would inevitably end up with a puddle of freezer-burned nasty ice cream. Those were the days. Kids these days have it so easy.
Hey bird! Why are you sleeping on my cake? I mean, you coordinate with it quite well and all but this isn't a nest, it's a dessert! You can't sleep here, you just can't. You're welcome to come to the party, just stay off the food okay?
Poor birdie, doesn't he realize that the flower has a button in the middle and isn't a real flower at all? Poor blogger, doesn't she realize that the whole thing is made of sugar and the birdie isn't even real? I get lost sometimes guys, for real.
Clearly someone is welcoming a new little girl into the world here. The matryoshka cookies especially look so motherly and nurturing. They'll take extra good care of a new mother with their iced sweetness. Plenty of my friends have kids but I can easily say that none of them have had such expertly made adorable treats at a shower. Up the ante, friends!