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POPped

I really need to make up my mind about the focus of this blog.

Anyway, just completed my sister's baby shower on Sunday.

The theme was POP, and thanks to the innanets, I found a lot of inspiration and ideas.

I was worried about being able to get things done, especially since lately I've been feeling this strange inertia, but glory to God, and thank God for my sister the taskmaster, we did it. All the way up until the final minutes before but we did it.

I am awaiting the pictures to hit facebook so I can post them here.

I made cake pops and popcorn. I wasn't stressed about making the popcorn, thanks to my whirlypop contraption. I made four varieties, pink which needed a lot more pink, chocolate, plain and kettlecorn. The kettlecorn was a total snap. I added all the ingredients, salt, sugar, oil and of course the kernels and just cranked that handle like my life depended on it.  Yummy!

The cake pops on the other hand! I totally underestimated the amount of chocolate I would need to cover the pops or maybe I should have used a very deep and narrow bowl, nonetheless, I was appalled at the way they were looking and only put out a few of them. Ironically, everybody loved them.

I was telling my sister about social capital. I am very grateful to family friends who donated the table clothes, DJed, and took photos. I thought that was very very very cool. Sometimes, you don't need a lot of money to do something, just a lot of loving, generous friends with talent and means.

Anyway, it's over. The pots have been washed, the presents unwrapped, the baby room conceptualized. My work here is done. I'm headed back to the ELP.


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