Party Bags: Mostly Rubbish, Absolutely Iconic

I’m back! 💖 After a little quiet spell, I’m in my nostalgia zone again — the one where my brain is basically a scrapbook with Wi-Fi. So obviously, we’re starting with something truly sacred:

Let’s be honest — party bags were 90% nonsense.

A balloon (half-deflated by the time you got home),
a pencil you never used,
a bouncy ball that vanished into another dimension,
and one sweet that was elite… plus one that felt like a test.

And yet — the party bag mattered.

Because it wasn’t really about the stuff.
It was about being handed something at the door and thinking, this is mine.
Proof you’d been there. Proof you belonged.

And the real prize?

The slice of cake. 🎂

Wrapped in a napkin.
Slightly squashed.
Sometimes specially made so you could actually eat it.

That wasn’t just cake — that was care.
That was inclusion.
That was someone saying, “We thought about you.”

Party bags walked so adult “little treat for later” energy could run.

Daisy says: if it didn’t come in a party bag, I don’t want it. 💅🎈🍰