Bridal Showers

cookie from Claire's shower made by the amazing Conni Poulson

On Saturday I went to the bridal shower for one of my old Young Women. She is the first of my Laurels to get married (another one just got engaged!) and it was wonderful to attend her shower and see her happy and excited. It made me think of my own bridal shower  . . .

It was the summer and I was living in Provo at the time, working and trying to save up some money before getting married. My friend Jenny (who was also engaged) and I had decided to live together while we planned our weddings because engaged people are so often annoying to everyone except for other engaged people. Am I right?

Bobbi, a wonderful woman from the ward I grew up in--an adopted grandmother of sorts--had offered to throw a bridal shower for me. She encouraged me to invite all the women and girls from that old ward, the people who had taught me and guided me and the friends I had gone to Young Women and school with. There were a lot of people. The theme she'd suggested was "Rooms of the house" and each person invited had been given a room and asked to bring something that would go in that room. For example, I remember somebody was given "Laundry Room" and they gave me a laundry basket filled with detergent, fabric softener, stain remover etc. Bobbi is an amazing hostess and chef extraordinaire and I knew my shower could not be in more capable hands. This wonderful woman asked her daughter, also a good friend, to do the invitations because Mindy was creative and artistic and she happily agreed to help out. It seemed that everything was in order.

Cut to the day of the shower.

I was in the bathroom shaving my legs and thinking I had all the time in the world when a roommate knocked on the door, "Your mom is on the phone," she called. I opened the door, took the phone and said, "Hello?"
"Katie! You have to get here now! Bobbi's daughter put the wrong time on the invitations. People are already here and you are not at your own bridal shower! Hurry!" Now, I was in Provo and the shower was in Lindon about 15 minutes away. I hurried to get dressed and then sped off to my shower, arriving 45 minutes "late" but really 15 min "early." Bobbi said she'd been in the middle of mopping her floors when the guests had started showing up. It turns out me, Bobbi, and my mom had all planned on one time and didn't receive invitations because we were the ones planning the thing and Mindy had accidentally written it down wrong but since none of us had seen it, there had been no correction.

It was a tad bit embarrassing to be late for my own Bridal Shower but luckily it was a party filled with women I loved and who loved me so it worked out.

And it makes for a funny story, too.