The same amount of brainpower goes into planning a party as in designing a room. You create a mental checklist of the colors, patterns and accents that will compose your theme. The main difference with entertaining is you get to eat your results.
My almost 6-year-old son had his baptism. (Yes, he outgrew the christening gown worn in our family for two generations but it pulled on the emotions to hear him recite his vows). A spring milestone is the ideal reason to throw a party.
Weeks before the event I absorb what’s available in the market, florist and bakery. I then correspond highlights to what I have at home. The Type A in me has my china and party pieces organized by holiday and season. If I were Tripe A I would toss the tattered boxes for large, clear plastic receptacles but I only foresee time for such a project when Luc enters middle school.
Since this was a brunch, I knew I would serve muffins, breads and spring colored pastries. The sweets overpower the substantive since a frittata is not as pretty as foiled candies. I do have a weakness for well-dressed goodies.
Similar to matching a dress to accessories, blueberry muffins work well on a navy gingham pedestal plate. I dressed Luc in a checked shirt as well as the dog’s collar because you can never stretch a party theme too far, especially with kids and pets.
Just a week till the event Luc and I visited the local bakery that monetizes their frosted items with metallic and any grade and color topping imaginable. We ordered an assortment of cupcakes with blue and pink sprinkles to correspond with the pastel movement. In storage I excavated pastel plates to complement the sweets. The flowers were simple. Since it is officially spring I went with basic arrangements of daffodils, hyacinths for their sultry scent and classic pink roses (bought 2 days before so they will have the ideal open bloom).
On the way home from the baptism I picked up miniature cupcakes adorned with flowers and petit fours from Wholefoods, my version of crash shopping. My close friend who I’ve known since rainbow mobiles were all the rage brought macarons in an assortment of flavors that rival jellybeans from a candy bin. Good friends just know.
