My little sister is engaged so I’ve been gathering images for the bridal shower I am going to throw her. In my head, it contains all sorts of amazing homemade baked goods. In real life I’ll probably get cupcakes from Publix, but let’s live in my fantasy land a little longer, okay? (While we’re there, let’s pretend I look like Heidi Klum and have the bank account of an Olsen Twin. And a unicorn.)
I can’t quite replicate this set-up for her, not only because it’s completely not her style but also because all those oranges? They would kill me. Oranges are like my own personal kryptonite.
Not only am I neurotic, I have a completely bizarre allergy. I am such a little bundle of fun.
