“Better get used to these bars, kid”

After all that I hate pink! I want something DIFFERENT! hemming and hawing, it turns out our kid’s room the nice place for me to hang out is going to end up pretty boring and basic. Rather than work myself up over not too girly/not too expensive/there is no pleasing me crib bedding, I bought several sets of plain sheets and called it a day.

I haven’t bought any blankets and I figure I’ll just buy the least offensive blanket(s) I can find, whenever I need it (them.) Although! I did receive this gorgeous handmade blanket from my mom’s best friend at my baby shower this past weekend:

And other than a super cool awesome poster which I will reveal at a later date, we haven’t actually decorated the room in green and purple, like I’d intended, instead choosing the theme Prison Chic for our little gal. (“You will like these white sheets and cold surfaces, missy!”)

Luckily, I have still been able to incorporate my beloved green and purple into the mix. And by “I have” I mean other people have…See?

My BFF ordered these spot-on-Sarah baby shower invitations:

With a matching cake, natch:

And Ashley from Our Little Apartment custom-designed these thank you cards in her Etsy shop:

Act surprised when you receive one, will ya?

The one thing I did do was make sure I was appropriately outfitted for the occasion:

As per usual, most of my outfit hails from Target’s juniors section. As my grandma said this weekend, Target should compensate me for all the free advertising I’m doing for them. Hear, hear!

Although I was pretty against having a baby shower initially, a surprise visit from one aunt and her brood (they traveled with newborn twins and an almost-three-year-old from Colorado!) as well as getting to see this aunt and her gorgeous girl made it all worth it. Plus the baby shower was in a bar. How could I argue with that?

A big thank you to my BFF CBHL for planning the soirée, as well as everyone who came from near and far to attend.

Now to wash all the itty-bitty baby clothes, including, but not limited to, a Juicy terrycloth pool cover-up from my mom. I’m only mildly stressing out about making damn sure we go to Bakersfield this summer, so we can get a photo of three generations of ladies in their Juicy terrycloth pool cover-ups. Priorities!