My sisters kindly threw a bridal shower for my daughter-in-law last month. A bridal or baby shower in our family used to entail a godforsaken food substitute known as "sandwich loaf." My grandmother made the seven-layer abomination and passed down the recipe to my aunts who bought into the fantasy that sandwich loaf is something that people wish to chew and swallow. It is in fact an egregious invention requiring special bread sliced horizontally onto which you spread egg salad, ham or spam salad, chicken salad with a little gristle and bone for protein, chunks of green olives, sprigs of parsley, and soggy walnuts all encased in thick cream cheese. Apologies to Aunt Martha and the rest of the Welton sisters, but sandwich loaf should be named White Brick of Horror.
Luckily for Jane, my sisters put a stop to this ritual. Like menstrual belts and smoke-filled airplanes, sandwich loaf is but a memory of 20th century madness.
Here are few pics from the shower. I am not including any photos of guests other than the happy couple because I did not ask permission in advance. It's becoming a little problematic with my family. My mother can't tell me anything anymore without peevishly asking, "This isn't going on your blog, is it?"
The placemats and napkin rings were from Rifle Paper Company. You can find the paper here. And what party would be complete without a few vintage touches from Finder Not Keeper? I thought it would be a great way to showcase the modern vintage mix. You can shop the vintage items by clicking on the photos below the post.
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