Saturday, April 18, 2015

A Southern Baby Shower

One of Lily's best friends is going to have a baby soon and Lily coordinated the baby shower just as she did the wedding shower for her last year. I helped go set up and was basically in the way because everyone else had done all the work but mostly I was there for moral support. There were all sorts of delicious foods including the meatballs cooked with grape jelly and Heinz chili sauce which are the best thing in the world to eat, and the theme was pirates and Hank did the invitations and I sat with the same exact ladies I sat with at the wedding shower last year, completely by coincidence (as if) and we did a thing where we all chose a letter from the alphabet and made a picture to put together into a book the same way we did at Lily's shower for Owen.
What you see above is my picture and I can't draw a baby for shit but I still like it. The picture. The

Sheltered sleeping sweetness.

Could anything be better than that for a new mother?

My husband is home. We have played cards. I am going to make us some sort of food although we have both eaten so much in the last few days that food has become something we're a bit wary of.

I am just looking forward to bed where I, too, will have sheltered sleeping sweetness. May the dreams be sweet.

The mother-to-be's grandmother was at the shower today. She's a pistol. She asked me, "How old are you?"
I said, "Excuse me?"
And she said again, "How old are you?"
"Sixty," I said.
"I'm eighty-one!" she announced proudly and slapped her knees. She was wearing a turquoise blue pants suit with sequined dragonflies on the shirt. She was strong and hearty and fully present. Later on I heard her talking on her cell phone.
"I'm not going to make the reunion," she said. "I'll be on my cruise."

As we were all preparing to leave she was putting on her lipstick. Her daughter said, "Mama, you don't need to put on your lipstick."
"My lips get dry," the grandmama said as she snapped her lipstick closed and put her mirror up in her purse.

One more thing. The mother-to-be's mother was talking about her two daughters. One, she said, was just like her. The other she said, was just like her father.
"Bless her heart," she said.
(They are divorced, she and the father.)
And I thought to myself as I hooted out loud, "Well. There you go."

Bless all our hearts.
Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Hahaha! Great scene.
    And I love your drawing. The sweetest.

  2. Denise- It was a great scene. You have no idea. Or maybe you do.

  3. OH, that picture. I love it. Love it.

    I just looked at your Google profile and did you know you have 9,255,140 views? I think I have 17.

  4. Birdie- Seriously? Whoa! No. I had no idea.

  5. The mother in that picture looks so loving.

  6. I love your drawing. I always do, I wish you wouldn't be mean about them :)

    That's a perfect slice of life you've captured there. Fried Green Tomatoes :)

  7. that's a neat idea about the alphabet book. and oh to be fully present at 81, missing the reunion because you are on a cruise.

  8. Mwa- In my mind, she is!

    Jo- Thank you about my drawing. I'm sure that every person in that room has eaten fried green tomatoes more than once and yes, I realize you were talking about the book/movie but I'm being literal here.

    Not Blank- No. Actually, there were lots of fruits and veggies and chips and hummus and crackers with cream cheese and chili sauce and deviled eggs and chicken salad sandwiches and cookies and cupcakes. AND MEATBALLS!

    Ellen Abbott- I know. That just slayed me!

  9. What I think is the 81 year old lipstick lady is the mother I never had and it makes me think there might be a little Florida in these old Brit bones. A girl can dream eh. Sounds like a wonderful time. Maggi x

  10. She DOES sound like a pistol! The turquoise pantsuit and sequined dragonflies say it all.

  11. Your drawing could be a Matisse! And the recording of dialogue is awesome -- as are your observations. I want to be that old lady.

  12. Your drawing could be a Matisse! And the recording of dialogue is awesome -- as are your observations. I want to be that old lady.


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