Before I tell this tale....
it should be noted that for this Alice in Wonderland Mad Hatter Tea Party certain creative liberties were taken. For example: Alice and the Mad Hatter were not actually in attendance, there were no pink flamingos available for croquette and therefore mallets had to be improvised out of other poor unsuspecting creatures.
Furthermore, no one actually drank any tea and perhaps most importantly the role of the white rabbit was played by the understudy Plush Green Frog.
Here is another picture just so you appreciate the full effort that he put into his character.
Does his tail make you want to giggle or is it just me?
Now some of you may be thinking that these discrepancies negate the right to call this a Mad Hatter Tea Party but I believe that just about anything goes in Wonderland and it was my party after all.
As a side note I should also mention (in order to stay out of trouble with PETA) that the frog rabbit was not actually allowed to drink anything as he is under age and well...
Honestly I can't remember what sparked the idea to make this party the Mad Hatter theme but I do believe my brain works a little bit like a trip though wonderland. My thoughts go tumbling down the rabbit hole and get curiouser and curiouser and what comes out is.. well.... often a little left of center.
This "gift" (read craziness, madness, lunacy or eccentricity if you are feeling generous) is what prompts me to make these:
out of bar stools, couch cushions, trash bags and crepe paper.
Or do this
to our pool table.
How many people out there above the age of 12, I wonder, are wired in such a way that they imagine their pool table as a giant ladybug?
Surely I can't be the only one.
Ok, never mind don't answer that.
Shall we continue?
Do you feel any smaller?
How about now?
You may be thinking that since I am willing to tell you this crazy tale that I do not embarrass easily but I have to be honest. I am embarrassed about this...
To be fair though, the Hookah smoking caterpillar did successfully cover up the stationary bicycle and I feel that it gives you the full scope of my "talent." If you are not convinced of my great artistic skill please see blog entry regarding the Green Ceramic Cat.
But I digress. Onward.
Of course you can't have a tea party without a crazy table.
Oh! Please, do forgive me. Did I forget to mention that the Cheshire Cat was actually a Cheetah?
As always my family were such good sports and played along with my crazy pants party.
A little croquette was played.
Prizes were discovered.
Dinner was served.
Presents were opened.
And then things got really weird when the guest decided to wear the chair covers. :-)
Oh... it's so good to be silly sometimes.