I've done it again. I believe that I may have gone just a little, teeny, tiny bit overboard...again. For the past month or so I've been working on organizing a baby shower for one of my good friends. I love doing things like this, and to tell you the truth, I have really been enjoying the experience.
However, this past week it's been a different story.
I have three other women helping me put together the shower, but somehow I have managed to take on quite a few responsibilities. Or, as my mother would likely put it, I'm making too much out of the things I have to do.
For the past week I've been working on putting together favors, decorations and ensuring we have a cute cake for the shower. Instead of just going out and buying a little something to use a favor for the shower, I found it necessary to make the favors. Looking around my house I realized that I still had about 50 little white bakery boxes I bought to use for my holiday baking. When I saw those the light bulb turned on. I would use the boxes, fill them with a special treat, tie them with ribbons and attach a miniature homemade paper pinwheel.
I told my mother my plans and she just shook her head. She already knew what I should have known going into this. It's just too much.
I spent one entire night just folding the flat bakery boxes and filling them with tulle. Then I spent another night putting together a personalize tag to attach to a bubble gum cigar, announcing when the baby is due. Later that same night, I managed to tie the tags to the cigars with delicate pieces of ribbon and stuff the cigars into the boxes.
The other night I sat and stared at the ominous pile of little white boxes and decided that I couldn't go any further. I nixed the idea to make 30 miniature paper pinwheels by hand, and decided that I wasn't going to dedicate an entire night to tying ribbons around each box.
Then it dawned on me that tomorrow I'm going to have three other sets of hands at my house several hours before the shower starts. We can all tie ribbons, together.
I don't know where I got the idea that I would use paper pinwheels as decorations, but I also managed to dedicate an entire night to cutting, folding, forming and mounting paper pinwheels on little dowels.
All the while, anytime I tried to complain to my mother about how busy I've been over the past week, she just looked at me and told me the truth - I'm going overboard.
But isn't overboard good. I mean would you rather have a plain old ice cream sundae or one with extra hot fudge, peanuts and sprinkles? I rest my case.