Thanks to Jen for the contact paper collage idea, which we executed with leftover confetti, sequins and glitter. And to B. for reminding me that he knows all about confetti from Shel Silverstein's Spaghetti poem. And for not actually wanting to throw spaghetti.
Spaghetti, spaghetti, all over the place,Up to my elbows—up to my face,Over the carpet and under the chairs,Into the hammock and wound round the stairs,Filling the bathtub and covering the desk,Making the sofa a mad mushy mess.
The party is ruined, I’m terribly worried,The guests have all left (unless they’re all buried).I told them, “Bring presents.” I said, “Throw confetti.”I guess they heard wrong‘Cause they all threw spaghetti!