As promised, here is my go-to housewarming gift for any new homeowner. Based on the title of this post, you may have guessed that it’s based on one of my favorite movies, “It’s a Wonderful Life.” It is the sweetest, most heart-warming movie that there ever was. If you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend giving it a shot this holiday season. (I watch it every year.)
Back in March, we closed on our first house… The Official “House of Frost,”if you will. (Even if you won’t, I don’t care.) I have been up to my elbows in working, writing, babies, family, vacations, birthdays, unpacking, purging clothes and knick-knacks, organizing drawers, changing out baby clothes sizes, and the like… Just life, really. In the wake of all of that, the poor houses (both literal and the blog) have taken a back seat. Now that we have a couple of weekends with fairly minimal plans, and the house has been painted, we’ve finally gotten around to hanging things on the walls! It’s really nice to see our house become more of a home and less like a boring, beige staging area.
We got so excited about all our work that we are thinking of doing a small housewarming. (We’ll see if we can find the time.) So, in the vein of warming homes, I’d like to play a little good idea/bad idea on housewarming gifts.
As I may have mentioned, I am one of about a dozen friends and family members that are pregnant. (No, really. I’m not exaggerating.) My favorite part of that is that both of my sisters-in-law (who I call my sister wives) are pregnant as well. I had the privilege to assist with throwing a shower for one of them and it was so much fun.
I’m so thrilled to finally post about this… You may not know this about me, but honestly, you should have picked up on it by now what with all my cooking posts and pop-culture references, but I seriously LOVE planning a MENU and/or HOSTING and I have serious addiction to reality TV. (Not even a little ashamed.) I decided to marry the two loves (hosting and reality TV) in a themed girls’ night after talking with a girlfriend of mine. Originally we (just the two of us) were just going to grab dinner but my need for “too much” took over and before I knew it, I was buying fuchsia tinsel at Dollar Tree and stacking plastic champagne glasses on the island in the kitchen. It. Was. Fabulous.
THEME: Real Housewives
Before we all went out, we posed like the opening credits, each holding an apple or an orange. (These are the fruits I had on hand. I suppose technically we should have had peaches, since we’re in Atlanta, but no matter.)
As promised, here it is, the first dinner party in our house. In January, we had only lived here a matter of months, when I was talking with a good friend about his upcoming birthday. He requested something small and simple, so I offered to host a few folks at our new place. When he agreed, Bear and I got to plannin’. Now… We are out in the ‘burbs and most of our friends are still city dwellers (and I must admit, I miss it terribly) so we assured all of them that they could spend the night if needed. Everyone quickly agreed and that’s how the simple dinner became a legit slumber party. (Seriously, if you knew my friend, you would know why that is just hysterical.)