Because I seem to be making this a week about birthday posts,
and because I would like to participate in
and because I am also participating in
I present you with:
Violet's Vibrant VII Birthday!
For Violet's birthday number VII,
we had a Venerable Princess Party.
(notice her variation of vivid vestures that SHE voted
as Princess attire for herself:
perhaps an unusual blue Viceroy Butterfly?
Regardless, she is a vision of her own personality in her vibrant choice).
A variety of victuals was spread on the table,
victorious game valuables,
and various venue supplies.
made of tiny wooden craft clothespins that we found at the second hand store
had undergone being painted,
dressed in ribbon with pipecleaner arms,
adorned with glitter paint,
and had a hole drilled through the sides of their heads
so that they could become the pendants
for the vying princess attendants' necklaces.
The valuables would be strung
(along with a variation of beads)
by the fair maidens themselves
for their VIP craft.
The leftover vanities would find themselves here...
on Violet's school Christmas tree...
to remind us of...
the vibrant Princess party,
(and to provide a useful alternative to their otherwise uncertain fate).
The arriving royalty first bedazzled crowns with a variety of vibrant gem stick-ons.
After some vegetable snacks
and other vital vittles,...
...there was a game of stick the gem
on the Princess's crown.
(Both Grandma's and my sister were valiant in their attendance because of this:
A very sweet 1 month old Lillie:
the visage of pink princess perfection).
(And because, of course,
the Grandmas just wanted to be at Violet's party.)
The girls then decorated their cupcakes
in vivid hues
(a variable we chose, vacating the need for a cake).
The cupcakes were topped off with a variety and volume of candies,
the amount of which would victimize vermin.
No farmstead birthday party would be valid
without a visit to the barn to view the bovine.
A very vibrant, memorable party was ended
a few vivid moments of the little ladies vivaciously veering,
a visage of valiant vortexes
full of vim and vigor
in a pleasant verdant valley.