About a month ago, my bridal party threw me a lovely bridal shower brunch. My pet peeve is dry showers with the little finger sandwiches and all the enforced ooohing and ahhhing. Cue Miranda Hobbes talking about baby showers. Truth be told, I am about as cynical as she is. Last year I had two very different experiences with two very different (baby) showers: a dry tea an hour and a half out of the District and a cocktail (mocktail for the mom-to-be) lunch twenty minutes away from my DC apartment. I kept this contrast in mind when I was asked what I wanted for my shower.
This brought me to my main criteria: must have cocktails and must be a brunch. Brunch is everyone’s favorite, right? Who can turn down a brunch, even if it is for a shower?
Before I can go into my shower prep and outfit I have to give snaps to my sister and my graduate school roommate, both of whom gave the most touching toasts. (Shoutout to mini-Scouting Tall for speaking extemporaneously. All of those years in theater, advanced public speaking, and debate really worked out for you!) As soon as I dried my tears from the first toast, the waterworks turned on for the second toast.
How did I prep for the shower? By hiring hair and makeup. Kinda.
Did you know that when you hit VIB status at Sephora, you get a complimentary makeover? Fact. I promptly booked a makeover at the Georgetown location, where I met Kionna. In the age of Kardashian, I am paranoid that anytime anyone else comes at me with makeup, I will walk away with way more makeup applied than I am comfortable wearing. Yet, I am not particularly skilled at applying it on my own. I loved that Kionna listened to what I wanted (“Just to look like my every day self, but better and more rested.”) and delivered.
My next stop was Drybar. Since I will be using them on the big day, I am test driving as many blow out styles as possible. I have the finest hair ever, second only to my sister, and both of our hair have tendencies to fall flat. I think I am going to be going with the Southern Comfort on the big day. The higher the hair, the closer to heaven.
I bought several potential shower dresses. My sister, mom, and I ended up coordinating in blue. As for the seersucker, I called dibs.