Weddingbee Blog

This past weekend, my fabulous FMIL (et al) threw me a SUPER FUN bridal shower, which Mr. BG astutely dubbed “Becca day.” All the lady-folk from Mr. BG’s side of the family gathered to shower me with gifts (pun intended), clothe me in tissue paper, and ply me with baked goods – all the while enforcing my belief that I am just ridiculously fortunate to be marrying into such a wonderful family.

We started with the presents, which were – insane. I mean, I made out like a bandit. Here’s a shot of the haul:

Among these was a basket full of presents labeled A to Z. So, yes, that is 26 presents. I was instructed to open them in order. When I opened “A” and found an apple corer, pure genius kicked in, and I realized – “A” is for “apple.” How cute is that?? This has now officially set a bridal shower standard – I will never again be able to attend a bridal shower without creating an alphabet basket.

Meanwhile, I learned something about potholders. Supposedlt, the number of potholders you receive at your bridal shower is indicative of the number of children you will have. Well, let’s see – my FMIL alone got me 3, and the alphabet basket also had a few (frankly, I think that “O” for “oven mitt” and “P” for “potholder” is cheating). So here I am after 4…

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And looking a little less amused after 7…

But it’s okay, because I decided to change the tradition to be based on ice cream scoops (I got 2 ).

And from the discarded giftwrap emerged this lovely ensemble (I expected the hat, but the bra was a pleasant surprise)…

For the rest of the afternoon, I pretty much stuffed my face with this CUPCAKE CAKE (I know, right?):

Until Mr. BG and his brother came to crash the party (aka drive us home). His brother wore this (kee hee)…

AND Mr. BG wore this (so pretty)…

The whole day was awesome – and not just because it was named after me.B ut really, what a way to feel loved. (Here’s me with my FMIL).