I recently attended a bridal shower at our church. One of my fellow choir members is getting married at an outdoor wedding on May 20. This was just one of many showers to be held in her honor.
I must confess that usually I stay away from these events -- mainly because I don't enjoy most of the silly games that are played. Today it was great because the only game was Bridal Bingo and I can handle that.
There was a very nice devotional given by a woman who has been married 57 years to the same man. She had some words of wisdom to impart to the bride-to-be.
Then there was food. It was displayed rustically, yet elaborately. The young women who were in charge of that department are very artistic. There was a biscuit bar with the trimmings, two kinds of little quiches, little croissant chicken salad sandwiches, egg and sausage muffins, tiny pancakes, an impressive fruit plate, yogurt and fruit cups and some desserty kinds of things -- cookies and candies.
The good thing for me was that I was not at all hungry, having just come from our usual Saturday morning breakfast at Howard's where we met up with two granddaughters and one boyfriend. I grabbed a yogurt cup and one tiny quiche just to be sociable at the shower.
Some of the guests came with an appetite, which was fine. The problem was that the plates provided were very small. You either had to pile several layers on the plate, or go back a few trips if you weren't shy.
Then it was time to open gifts. The bride was registered at several stores in the area which makes it less complicated, unless you just want to make it even simpler and give a gift card.
If this couple asked for as many things at the other two stores where they are registered as they did where I shopped, it will take a five-bedroom house to hold all the stuff. The range of prices I saw went from $2.99 for a stirring spoon to $299.99 for a Dyson vacuum cleaner. There was an outdoor mirror listed for $69.99 and a queen-sized set of gray sheets for $89.99. I figure these more expensive items will likely come from family members or very close friends.
I got her a large cast iron skillet, one of the numerous wishes from the six-page printout at Target. The problem then was wrapping the thing. I found a used postal box in the closet that had once held our 2016 Christmas gift from son Alan and his family. The skillet almost fit into it, with just a wee bit of the handle sticking out.
Then I needed to buy more wrapping paper and a pre-tied bow because all that was in the house was what I would call Christmas colors -- red and green. Oh, and there was also an abundance of the comic papers that we save for traditionally wrapping family gifts. Not at all appropriate for this event. And the gift was too heavy to put in just a fancy gift bag.
Back in the olden days, you pretty much got pot luck at one of these showers and were tickled pink about it. It was either sheets (once upon a time everyone had double beds so there was no mystery as to the size), or towels with no particular decorator theme in mind. Or you got casserole dishes and mixing bowls. These things lasted you for at least 25 years.