The alternate title to this post could definitely have been, “How to use serving your friends brunch as an excuse to throw a fake bridal shower” because that’s pretty much what went down in early May at our apartment.
The idea for our spring brunch sort of grew out of my need to feed people, I suppose. I wanted to do something nice for our girlfriends, some of whom we don’t get to see that often (yes, even our cat Sophie, who got very curious about the menu, above) and a spring brunch, full of real place settings and flowers and—obviously—flowing champagne seemed like the perfect solution. I had so much fun brainstorming ideas for the decor and menu—a lot of the dishes we served we some favorite standby’s from the blog, actually (including french toast casserole, sweet biscuits, madeleines and baked eggs!).
The other star of the show? Flowers! In the weeks leading up to the party, I became kind of obsessed with the idea of creating a flower wall in our apartment. I found really cute black and white stripe washi tape and used that to attach trimmed flower stems to our wall. There was really no rhyme or reason to the placement of the flowers—I just kept them spaced out so I could use less and varied the angles for a less-structured look—and I ended up loving the end result. I will say, and it may be obvious, but this cute wall does not last long. Ours was pretty much on it’s last leg of life by the next morning, so if you want to do this for your own event, I’d suggest doing it about an hour beforehand to ensure it’s super fresh for when guests arrive!
For the flower arrangements (there were about four or five of various sizes sprinkled down the table), I stuck to larger romantic flowers, like peonies, in pewter vases and jugs, and paired them with smaller buds like ranunculus, tulips and eucalyptus, which was also woven down the table in a “runner” or sorts. I finished the whole look by sprinkling in smaller blue bud filled with single stems to add a bit of dimension.
Place settings were made of simple white napkins tied with striped ribbon, tin place cards (chalk pens are perfect for writing on these!) and pretty vintage blue and white china plates. After a few hours of girl talk, 11 bottles of champagne (and several pitchers of bloodies), we finished off with a Momofuku Milk Bar “birthday” cake (quite literally the most delicious cake in NYC in my opinion) that I fancied up with edible flowers (several of us thought they tasted like cucumbers. One of us thought they tasted like dirt—ha!). It was so fun, I think I’m going to have to petition for every weekend to include brunch with girlfriends and cake. Always. Cake.