Party Planning the Bre Way

Now that it is officially Addy’s birthday month I have been really into party planning mode.  That means lots of pinning on Pinterest and kinda ordering things online.  Technically I ordered a bunch of things online and then kinda made Google documents of checklists and what not of what needs to happen.

Pinterest is a horribly awesome website that really makes me think that I am a) creative and b) crafty and c) not lazy and can therefore do lots of creative crafty things.  This is not real life.  And I try to pin things that are in between Martha Stewart and the actual Bre.  This leads to lot of computer graphics and begging Brownlee to create things for me.

Like these letters for Addy’s wall:

or the invites for her party

(they’ll be in the mail soon).  But I mean he is a graphic designer so I expect awesomness (click the bottom link on the site for his own website of awesome)

or relying on the awesomeness of Etsy to get things made (shirt from Witty Bitty)

And lovely crafty Internet friends like Mrs. Ptb to carry out my vision.  Corporations call it outsourcing.

So that kinda sorta only leaves me with the task of actually waiting for the party date to do things.  I’m getting super psyched.  So what Addy won’t remember what’s going on.  There will be 7000 pictures and probably a photobook of what occurred.  I’ve been trying to restrain myself from buying a stupid awesome Smash Book from Paper Source.

And I am attempting to do her 1 year old pictures myself. Dun dun dunnnnn.  In YaYa’s backyard.  Luckily Houston doesn’t care that it is February because it’s 80 degrees outside so I can get some good pics and do some handy Lightrooming to them and get crap from the dudes at Walgreens who are all “do you have the licensing to print these pictures” and I’m all “thanks but these are mine”.

Plus it’s early enough that if I don’t like how they turn out I can just go back to Image Shots in the mall and get another batch done for like $30.  I may or may not be in over my head because now that she can walk I doubt she’ll stay still very long.  And who’s to say she won’t just sit there and eat grass.

And here’s a nice little slideshow of the pics I’ve been messing with anyway. What else do you have to do but look at them.