i think we’ve established that when it comes to planning a do, we really go all out. coz we’re mad like that.
the girls, they’re all incredibly talented individuals, i tell you. and collectively, they’re like the Powerpuff Girls – with the emphasis on Power, of course.
the baby shower theme that the uber-hawt mom-to-be came up with was Hollywood Glamour, and the colours picked were gold and black. yeah, bling, baybeh! :D
being fans of hollywood celeb babies that we all are, plus the remnants of oscar fever still lingering in the air, it was a theme that we took to with (gold-laden) open arms. can you spot Suri, Harlow, Honor and company on the (not) red carpet?
there was the fab food – mouth-watering pastas, pastries, potato salad, all kudos to the appointed ‘head chef’ and everyone else who contributed from their own kitchens. and the fab deco – special thanks to Luxe Nuptials for the use of all things black and gold that was hantaran-and-wedding-worthy to decorate the hotel room with. an entire coop of black chickens was even massacred for aesthetic purposes, lol.
high-tea menu: eclairs, macarons, danish pastries, sandwiches, gold cupcakes, mini blueberry muffins, mini quiches, mini fruit tartlets, pasta, chicken potato salad.
shower favours… gold “champagne”
our gift to baby. not commissioned one, ok.
there were games and prizes, of which almost each of us won at some point. congrats to farah for her finely-tuned tastebuds (gerber baby food expert, she is) and scissors-paper-stone skill (a tie-breaker between her and Is). also to raihan ruslan, who unwittingly won the pass-the-pampers-full-of-poo contest (of course, it would’ve been more exciting with real baby poo, but we value our dresses waay too much to risk that, even those who only spent $5 on their outfit, hmph). oh, and i won the celebs’ baby names contest, which i sorta cheated on. oops, sorry. alah, who wants my plastic femmebot piggybank prize anyway? no one right?? :D
Guess the Gerber! and Pass the Pampers!
and most importantly, the glam-but-gila company. fortunately, i was holding auni, who was almost terrified of the hairy momoks and clung to me for dear life, so i managed to avoid being implicated in this scary spice scene and maintained posh spice. ho ho!
to baby N, know that your beloved aunties did all this for the love of you and your mummy (never mind that it ended up more like a hen party than baby shower, heh). your mummy has been wanting to have you so much, you’re the blessing she’s been wishing for, for so long. and now we ALL can’t wait to meet you and be part of your life.
not to mention the soo many things we can’t wait to do to you – to pay back for all the bullying your daddy did on our own little kids! :D
ps: if you follow your mummy’s gorgeous genes, i would like to place aniq on the waiting list, pls. thank you.