post-party decompression

It's like post-partum depression, but not sad. I have very little voice left after laughing myself silly, cheering every time someone came to the door, and taking care of A, who has a cold and has generously shared it with me. The house isn't a mess like it normally would be after a party, since a very kind friend helped clear away the beer bottles, stuff the fridge with leftovers, and helped me wrap the debris of the amazing mushroom-house cake my friend Steve made. Wow, it was cool--and tasty! Icing windows with the little hearts on them, perfectly-shaped mushroom cap with curvaceous chimney, green coconut grass, a party smurf with cake outside the door, and an icing tree stump with a tealight inside. Pictures to follow!!

Thank you to everyone who came to my smurf-tastic 33rd birthday party, and sent good wishes and treated me like a queen yesterday! I had so much fun seeing friends from all different areas of my life meeting each other and drinking strangely-flavored beer (peach? blueberry? I'm still not sure what I think about them...), and goggling at the amazing cake. I'm going to have a great time shopping too, with the birthday loot that will supply me with yarn, books, and yummies from Trader Joes for quite some time! And tomorrow, I'm going to enjoy wearing another Lella original, an awesome orangey-red skirt with turquoise underlay (is that even a word? underskirt? the orange has a lacey construction, which lets the turquoise peek through. A picture is worth a few thousand dumb words...). Anyway, it looks kick-ass. My friend C came early to hang out and help get the house ready, and brought some lovely day-lilies that contrasted so nicely with all the blue/green serving stuff. My friends and family are amazingly creative, and it's a joy to be with them. Sigh. Thanks Mom, for bringing me into the world these 33 years ago.