Apparently this is Crabby Week here on my blog. My apologies for that, but I received something in the mail on Thursday that I simply have to share with you. It almost needs no comment or explanation, but … I can’t help myself.
A good friend from college (whom I don’t see nearly enough) is getting married next weekend. I am invited, and I’ve been told by her that she’s disappointed that many of our friends aren’t able to make it.
Received in the mail Thursday (note, wedding = next weekend):
Now, apparently I may be a bit prudish, after reflecting on this for almost two days, but I am rather glad that I am not able to make the shower. I’ve never been to a l!ngerie shower before, but for some reason, the idea just doesn’t appeal to me.
If you’ll note, however:
There is nowhere to RSVP. I can’t even tell the person who is hosting it that I won’t be there. Now, I know that RSVPing is somewhat passe in this day and age (I’ve got a post brewing on that one, too – speaking of being crabby), but you’d think that the host would want at least a bit of an idea of who is going to come.
I love the last line requesting that no men or boys come, but that girl children are welcome. Really, girl children are welcome? No offense, but the gifts and discussion during a l!ngerie are really not what I’d want to show my daughter as how you enter marriage, whether she were 5 or 15. And as an adult, I wouldn’t really be comfortable with other girls there, either.
My favorite part has to be the insert card though. It provides the exact sizes, so we know what to bring, no matter what kind of l!ngerie we choose to purchase (because any other gift will be out of place at this shower – the only one we’re invited to).
I love how the insert specifies not just the size and what type of item but also what colors by type of item, the fabrics to buy them in, and what brands to purchase.
Oh, and just in case – please remember that gift receipt so she can take back whatever she doesn’t want.
The whole affair strikes me as crass, although it does crack me up a little. Maybe I’m just crabby this week. Or maybe I’m too much of a prude, but … I’m really glad that instead of this shower – did I mention it arrived eight days before the actual shower? No? Let me make sure I point that out then – I will be at a football game cheering on my Wildcats.
What do you think? Am I overreacting to this, or is this the norm for showers and I’ve just been blessed not to have been invited this way prior to now?