APRIL 12, 2008 Spring time in Paris.
This themed party came about because Deb over hear our nieces planning their trip to Paris. She also found out she was the one who was going to foot the bill for this wonderful once in a lifetime experience. While Deb explained the conversation to me she also decided that we should give them a party and named it Springtime In Paris. That was at least 17 to 18 months ago.
The party took place on April 12, 2008 in my garage.
One time about doing a themed party is finding the different items to make it look and feel like you are really there. Deb is determined in that way. She is the best theme party shopper anyone could dream up and she always gets a good price. She claims it’s about being in the right place at the right time. It is more than that. She often knows when to right time is. She carefully researches the papers to see if a store is having year end sale, or a liquidation sale, or is going out of business. She and I both will canvass every kind of thrift store. As well as estate sales and yard sales. She is also a great online shopper as well. There were many internet hours put into to get some of the unique things she got for this party.
I am never in the right place at the right time because I am always crafting stuff. I try to create the things that we need. Sometimes I am very successful but I am also easily distracted. My goal is to be more focus from this point forward. I need my own computer which I will be getting next month in may and this will enable me to get more research work done.
We both love to decorate and will try different ways to get the right effect. Sometimes we have a differing of opinion of what is best but we know when to compromise so there are no major disagreements.
The night before the party we put everything we needed into the garage. The tables were set up for the different stores and the café. The pictures of the Eiffel Tower were put up, star light were hung up.
This was a surprise party. I met them in the driveway and all 8 children were walking up the driveway and I told them we would be going in through the garage. “ok” I was introduce to a couple of friends that I have never meet. I used the garage door opener and stood back and waited.
The garage door slowly went up and just when it was almost completely opened. “Bonjour! “was shouted by all the shop owners and the paparazzi started taking pictures.
They were totally confused. I then stepped up to them and welcomed them to a spring day in Paris. I explained for them to pick up their passports and lace berets and Euros for day of shopping, lunching, and of course dancing.
The music started to play it was Maurice Chevalier singing “Thank heaven for little girls”. Soon the music and laughter was in the air. Ce matin un lapin, Au vieux bal musette, Maya l’abeille, Café de paris, I love paris, Accordeon – aimable-les plus belle Valses Musette, The triplets of Bellville, Au Vieux Bal Musette, Accordeon musette andre verchuren, musica francesa – accordion musette – andre verchuren played over and over until it was time to dance. They dance for quite a long time.
Everyone knew the day in Paris was over when Tishia thanked them for flying American Airlines. Bridget then announced the weather in Pittsburgh and to be careful as they de-boarded the plane. As each child left weighted down with the bags from shopping and feeling like they just got back from vacation. I thought Debbie did a great job. They had a lot of fun.
The garage was restored to is normal use and I went upstairs and fell asleep! Each time I would wake up and say did they really have a good time.
I never thought of Paris as a place to visit but after that day it is now on my list of places to visit in person.
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