My sisters-in-law threw me a baby shower a few days ago. It was small and intimate, and very lovely. There was light vegetarian fare: quiches, vegetables and hummus, a cheese platter, fresh fruit, iced tea, sparkling wine, fruit nectars, plenty of ice (it is HOT in NYC), a huge bowl of sweet cherries. There were beautiful flower bouquets. I got some really nice gifts, including great classic children’s books, and some really sweet onsies and soft blankets and swaddling cloths etc.
There were macaroons and balloons. We got to take about half (30?) of the helium balloons home. I let them float to our high ceiling and watched them float down one by one the next morning, like lazy snowflakes. Now they’re scattered all over the floor, and we pretend we live in a weird art installation.