After the smashing success of my surprise bridal shower in Vancouver, I couldn’t friggin’ wait for the one my mom and her friend Sheila were throwing for me. It was incredible – I laughed, I cried, I humiliated myself…well, you can just take a look at the pictures and you’ll see what I mean.

(there was a creepy baby doll theme, I guess)

Can we talk about the food? Yeah. Let’s talk about the food. It was so good that I had to pause my present-opening frenzie and make everyone watch me eat. The shower was a tea party, so the menu was all delicious finger food.

There I am, being rude. Look at Lindsey rolling her eyes behind me. But you can tell from the determined look on my face that nothing was gonna stop me from chowing down on that little sandwich. Not even social graces.

It was especially fun to hang out with my mom’s fabulous friends. If I’m even half as classy as those ladies when I grow up, I’ll be a total success.

Check out Molly’s awesome ribbon bouquet-making skills. She was also quite adept at designing wrapping paper wedding gowns, as it turned out:

Yep. That’s got AWESOME written all over it.

That’s Sheila, the co-host of the shower, issuing directives.

You see the overwhelmed smile? I think this was right around the time I realized that my wedding was less than a month away.

Dave’s mom and aunt also came for the shower, which was so wonderful of them. His aunt wrapped a beautiful pair of salad tongs in an arrow shooting through a heart. My mother immediately turned it into something inappropriate. Oh well, Dave’s family should get used to the raunchy Wiggs women now. We only get bawdier as we get to know you better.

Now, a quick word on bridal showers. I felt suuuper uncomfortable sitting in the middle of a room, being watched as I opened gifts. It’s a little weird, right? But at both the shower in Vancouver and the most recent one at my parents’ house, the women around me tended to be chatting in groups of twos and threes for most of the present-opening. It was perfect, because I was able to have a meaningful interaction with each gift-giver as I opened her package, but I didn’t have to feel like I was giving a speech. My suggestion for you, if you ever host a shower, is to encourage that kind of atmosphere. For the bride’s sake. But then feel free to dress her up like a doll, since, after all, she DOES kind of deserve it.

What are your thoughts on bridal showers? I know they’re not for everyone…well, I assume they’re not. But I can’t imagine who wouldn’t want one. I mean, come on. Right?