Tomorrow is my best friend, E.'s second baby shower. Second, and final - thank God. I'm sure you all remember my brave - yea, verily novel-inspiring - attendance at her last shower. That one was a "diaper" shower. This one is the "real" one.
I made a baptism bonnet for her baby girl about a month back, and it's beautiful, if I do say so myself. (Thanks to TypePad's new fancy thumbnails, you can click on them to see a larger image.) Today I went and purchased the other supplemental (i.e. traditional, store-bought) gift. I then went to Hallmark to purchase $40 worth of wrapping paper, boxes, cards, ribbons, and bows for the shower and for Mother's Day. The bonnet is meant to be opened up (by cutting the thread that cinches up the back of it) into a handkerchief to be carried in her wedding... many long, long years from now. When I was given one by my Godmother, there was a poem that went with it. Alas, the poem is long gone, and I'm at a loss to recreate it. So anyone who has a knack for slightly cheesy, rhyming poems, please help me out!
This time, I'm providing my own transportation, and thus, hopefully avoiding any post-shower lingering. I think that I'll be able to make it through this one just fine, too. Though perhaps some tears will be in order on my way home.
I'm at least hoping that my period doesn't show until Sunday or later - I really don't need that tomorrow.
Wish me luck!