I thought the cutest thing I’d ever encountered was my 3-year-old niece Scarlett, calling me on the phone: “Jaimee, will you come to my Strawberry Shortcake birfday party?” Will I ever.
And then I went to her Strawberry Shortcake birthday party, which my sister Kapri turned into 3-year-old nirvana — also known as a tea party — and watched Scarlett running around in a strawberry tutu and a strawberry purse. And that was the cutest thing on the planet.
The invites:
The room:
Strawberry cake pops, made by my sister, (who may be nuts):
The outfit:
And yes, that is a baby strawberry purse.
The party favors for each guest — aprons monogrammed by my sister (certifiably nuts):
Birthday cupcakes, candles (and helpers named Blake):
Decorating with dolls:
Kapri, pouring “tea” . . .
. . . which was really water . . .
. . . or strawberry soda.
The food matched:
Did you know there are strawberry-shaped marshmallows?
Scarlett’s balloons:
And the second round of party favors:
A pinata to match:
Baby brother and Granni, dressed as decor:
And a happy little girl, who asked last week if she could have another Strawberry Shortcake birthday party, and when.
