Hen Parties, like Baby Showers (I guess) involve everyone focussing on the mother-to-be (bride-to-be) as she unwraps presents, answers questions or does ridiculous tasks set out by the organisers (or bridesmaids).
Mrs M isn’t the biggest fan of being the centre of attention, and on the upper ridge of the 20’s, I know she wouldn’t be a fan of the melted chocolate in a nappy game (who invented that game! gross) and all the millions of other games I’ve come across.
Unlike the hen party, she and a few others will remain sober (even if I take to the pink bubbles) and if you’re going to have memories from the day, lets make them special. Photos last a lifetime, but a baby doesn’t use photos. A baby uses babygrows! I came across this activity that I think was fitting for a classy baby shower.
The idea is to buy a number of plain white onesies, also known as babygrows, in different sizes and have everyone at the party personalise one as a take home gift for Mrs M. After a fair amount of research, I’ll be cutting fun, cute and girly stencil shapes out of freezer paper. Freezer paper can iron onto fabric (and be pulled off with ease). So each babygrow will have an ironed on shape and will be ready hanging on a line when the guests arrive. Everyone will tap into their creative side and use fabric paints to fill in the stencil shapes with coloured fabric paints!
The end result should look something like something like this (I hope):
I was just getting used to weddings. Well in all honesty, I love weddings, but I was just getting used to everyone getting married.
I love the excitement of engagement parties, the girly fun of hen nights and kitchen tea’s and the romance of the special day. I love the fact that everyone flies out from around the world to be together for the big day. Friends, champagne, happy times.
But these days, I’m dreaming in baby pink and pistachio green. A BABY shower. Yes… me, I am planning a B-A-B-Y shower for my wine loving friend, who has abstained from the grape for 33 weeks!
When I nominated myself to arrange the showering of baby M, I figured – how hard can it really be?
1. Make a guest list (easy, Mrs M’s friends)
2. Choose a venue (done, my folks house – big enough to host all Mrs M’s friends)
3. Get everyone to bring a plate of eats
Voila! Baby shower!
Until someone mentioned décor, and a theme… and I realised that this is not a hen party, because at a hen party you just get progressively more drunk until you inevitably land up at some club you haven’t visited since you were 22…
What exactly do you do at a baby shower?
So, I started with what I know. An inspirational mood board. More to follow…
The motto of saying yes to just about everything that interests us (read: me) rang true yet again. Email received. Email acknowledged. Email forwarded. Entry booked. All in the space of about 15 minutes one morning.
We’d signed up for The Big Walk which sounded like heaps of fun… and for a good cause – Breast Cancer (amongst other charities). It is deemed “the biggest timed walking event in the world” not that we were doing it as a race, just for fun – big group, lots of laughs and a braai afterwards (hint of bitterness…)
Well, after people found themselves in Joburg, pregnant or too annoyed to stand in the queue to get their entry form, on the 14th of November it was just Mark and I waking up at sparrows to walk The Discovery Cape Times Big Walk. I’m glad we did though.
Starting point of the BIG (or not so big in our case) walk was the Green Point Urban Park. Which we, living in Green Point, had no idea where that was. Turns out, its actually not open yet to the public except for this special occassion (opens 1 December). I slipped into London mode and squealed (yes, it was definitely a squeal) with excitement at the idea of reading my book in this park as I did during lunch in London’s Green Park. To which Mark casually reminded me – we now have a beach and no need to sun in the park. (Good point).
Being the beautiful summers morning it was, it was easy enough to stand around in the morning sun. Of course, being Cape Town, it turns out we stood around in the sun for quite a while with a relaxed starting time of roughly 7am. While everyone buzzed with excitement there was the promotion of the USA vs Bafana game on Thursday, followed by a big countdown and finally we were on our way. The view while we waited was worth it. Without a doubt – this is the prettiest I’ve seen the stadium look.
Our morning romp followed the fanwalk which, I’m ashamed, but have to admit, I never walked during the WC. (I live IN Green Point! There really wasn’t a need). We passed Bronx (which was still going strong at 7am) and down to Adderley Street. Our first water/coke stop had highly enthusiastic and entertaining Cheerleaders. (I think they may have been recruited from a nearby club).
Up Adderley street (and past Brio!) we were heading into Company’s Gardens. Now if I admit this, don’t think that I’m not a real Cape Townian. Actually, wait… I’m not a real cape townian (I’m working my way up to that status). I’ve never been into The Company’s Garden. I always thought they were a dangerous place and best avoided. I admitted this to Mark. He laughed. And then we walked through a beautiful part of the Mother City I wish I’d found earlier. These Gardens are so pretty and I’ll have to go back for a wander (as we quickly realised we were in the front of the pack… and yes, Mark wanted to now win!)
Further along the route, we past the quaint St Mark’s Anglican Church in District 6 and soon enough, I saw the sign for Mowbray (which as I got closer, actually said Observatory). But at least we were nearing the end. My legs were starting to hurt. We turned onto the N2 and saw the first distance sign we’d seen all morning – just 1km to go!
As we turned into the River Park Office Complex, we were met by paparazzi snappers (I wonder where those photos will land up?). I smiled a charming (perhaps cheesy – we’ll see) smile and we crossed the finish line to cheers of the supportive crowd.
A medal around my neck, we flagged a taxi from the main road to take us home. We were dropped at ‘the deck’ (a huge taxi rank I didn’t know existed) and directed to a seapoint bound taxi. At the risk of sounding completely like a tourist – taxi’s in Cape Town are incredibley organised. I also learnt that taxi rides are only R5! (cheap as chips?)
While I know we left the festivities of the finishing area early and that we did the majority of our walk at the front missing the crowds of walkers and probably most of the spirit… our reward was brunch with a view that I love (because of the view, or because of the cafe itself? I’m not sure) followed by a lazy day on the beach.
This to me was such a Cape Town day. I thought I was going to be doing a bit of long-winded exercise, but instead I saw and experienced things I would never have normally. Feeling very Cape Townian right now 😉
I never made it to the real Oktoberfest in Munich, Germany. Yep, I know… 7 years living in the cold, damp, miserable grey of London and not once did we venture across the channel to drink litres of beer served to us by ultra strong blonde ladies. I wanted to, I admit… but Oktoberfest is held in September, and every year we sort of forgot until it was October. And too late.
This year, we thought we’d tackle the Paulaner Brauhaus Oktoberfest at the Waterfront in CT. The fact that the night we chose coincided with the Currie Cup Final, was really no worry of ours. Two birds, one stone – lets go.
Pints of lager (yes, apparently specially German brewed lager) were a ridiculous R32. Supersize it (1litre) and you’ll save R4! Pretzels (served with one dipping of mustard… lucky you!) were R45. Seemed to me like they really brought Munich (and its Euro prices) to South Africa.
Oh, and the fact that it appeared Western Province failed to really participate in the rugby game.
The positives… well… it was fun to go out, drink beer and watch some rugby while talking nonsense with the girls and uploading a ridiculous amount of mobile phone self potraits to facebook.