Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Adventures in Party Planning: Fun With Graphic Design
And we do intend to live in our new old house "forever, and ever, and ever."
While I was in a crafty mood, I made new Halloween totes for the boys, via Zazzle. The Big Kid wanted to trick-or-treat "one last time" (yeah, right), but he made it clear that he was too mature for his old candy bucket. For the record, it's not like I had saddled him with something cute and kidlike; his old bucket was a soft-sculpture zombie head, with glowing eyes. Pretty timeless, if you ask me. But he didn't ask me. So - I opted for a canvas tote bag (the gusseted kind - like an LL Bean tote, with LOTS of candy-carrying capacity). And, on that tote, I added:
"HANDS OFF MUH-STACHE OF CANDY."
Like a lot of boys his age, he's fascinated with mustaches. So this was a hit.
I also took the liberty of starting a Paperless Post invitation for his thirteenth birthday party - but then waffled over whose phone number to fill in for the RSVP. He was T-minus-two-days to smart phone liftoff at the time, so I just left a blank, and I guess we'll fill in his number. IF he even e-mails the thing out to anyone. He's on the fence: "Mom, I could just call people - or tell them in person." Yes, yes, you could - but that would involve Mom going cold turkey on the birthday invite thing. The same mom who agonized for hours over handmade construction- and Thomas-themed cards (multi-layered! tied with coordinating ribbon!) for you, and who killed a bazillion brain cells trying to think of text for the invitation to your "Aloha Scooby Doo" party. (Seriously? Aloha Scooby Doo? Out of all of the themes that you could have come up with? Because there's nothing more "fun" than throwing a luau in November - at a bouncy-house place. Trust me on this. Yes, "fun" is in quotes for a reason.)
So, believe me when I tell you that the attempt below represents a tremendous amount of restraint on the part of your mother, and sensitivity to the fact that you are turning thirteen and are, therefore, all kinds of classy and mature.
Keep pushing me, kid, and I may ask you to reimburse me for that first Alienware laptop - and spot your brother the money for the second.