If it weren't for the whisker-shaped post-traumatic stress syndrome I'm currently suffering from, I might not believe that I did it all. As it is, it's a good thing there are photos to prove that while I'm lazy, it's a choice. It's not that I can't be crafty and such, it's that I choose not to be. The thing is that I also choose to be cheap. Apparently cheap wins out over lazy. Or something.
When I asked Alexis to pick a theme for her birthday party, she was torn between Hello Kitty and Hannah Montana. I promptly threw Hannah under a bus ("I heard Hannah Montana thinks 5-year olds are babies." OH, YES I DID.), and Alexis happily decided to go the Hello Kitty route. We spent an evening on Etsy finding invitations and TAH-DAH! her party theme was born. She wanted "rock star Hello Kitty."
Easy enough!
Except . . . not. I couldn't find anything that sort of matched the invitations. All of the locally available Hello Kitty party stuff was pastel-sugar-coated-pukey Hello Kitty, not emo-shops-at-Hot-Topic Hello Kitty. So, FINE. I decided to make everything. And I do mean EVERYTHING. (Important note: I gave birth to a child who thinks everything should match. People, she matches her underwear to her shirt and socks every day. There was no convincing her that the pastel Hello Kitty was good enough.)
I made the treat bags.
Which, honestly, were easy. I just printed a Hello Kitty on some card stock, cut out the pieces, traced, and then glued it all together.
I never want to see a little black whisker ever again, but the rest was super easy.
(We won't be talking about how the bags themselves were made of fairy farts and fell apart the second anyone looked at them.)
I also made some of the decorations.
That was a print/cut/glue job as well. The idea originated from something I saw on Etsy, but cheap won out over lazy, so I had to make it myself. No, really. I HAD to. I had envisioned it on the wall like that, so it had to happen for real or a black hole would have opened up below our house and the world would have ended.
Then I got all wild and crazy and made cupcakes for the party.
Although, the only thing even remotely complicated about them was that I made them rainbow cupcakes.
I also made the cake. And decorated the cake. With buttercream icing that I made from scratch.
I KNOW. I don't recognize this domestic-crafty-weird version of me either.