Eight

I love throwing parties, but sometimes I think that perhaps I get a bit too carried away with a theme. Take Friday night's London themed party for example...

As Anna and I sat at the kitchen table on Thursday night, her cutting pigeon silhouettes out of grey card, me making Union Jack bunting out of string, paperclips and 12 for a £1 postcards, it occurred to me that most people are content with dim lighting, plastic cups of wine and a bowl of crisps and that this maybe was all a bit too extra. The thought crossed my mind again on Friday morning as I cut cupcakes in half to turn into mini Victoria sponges, and later as M mixed red, white and blue cocktails (Pomegranate Martinis, Lychee Punch and Blue Lagoons). I'm not sure either that many people would turn a Union Jack tea towel into a cushion cover by hand stitching it to a blue pillow case, purely so it could take pride of place on the sofa. Still, I enjoy doing it, and my friends all enjoying coming (though possibly more on account of M's rather potent cocktail mixes than the well thought out decor!), so I think that probably makes it okay...

(I didn't actually take that many photos on Friday, I was a bit too busy before it started trying to perfect 1960s style eye make-up, and a bit too busy during it catching up with friends and keeping drinks topped up!)