We had a little music party over the weekend, and it was FUN! We invited strictly musicians and a smattering of fiber folk, so we would keep the party small. It didn’t work. Musicians know lots of cool people, and the house was packed.
I felt like such a grownup. I remember a long, long, LONG time ago, I must have been five years old, maybe less, I wandered out in what was my middle of the night and found my parents having a small soiree in the living room, one that I had been unaware of. My mother wore an elegant short sheath, and she held a cigarette in one hand, and was leaning back against the couch, laughing. I was STUNNED at how cool my mother was, and a little offended that the woman who wore jeans and cleaned up vomit (I was a throw-uppy kid) could be so glamorous. She swears she remembers nothing of this, and if she was holding a cigarette, it was only a prop. More power to ya, mom. You looked awesome.
I kinda felt like her the other night. I’d been in sweats all day, cooking since ten in the morning, hanging white lights in the sunroom. At about four, I went to the store and bought masses of potted flowers, took the dogs for a walk, then came home and Got Glam. I have this dress I got at a thrift store a couple of years ago and have never found the opportunity to wear. I busted it out. It’s kind of hard to see in this shot, but here:
It goes just below knee, and I love it. It fits like a dream, and back then, they knew how to make a dress that had room for hips, chest, AND belly. It had a little belly pouch, and I definitely have a belly to put in it.
Lala got appropriately schmancy, too, see?
This was Before Party. (Man, I’m glad I didn’t take an After Party pic. It took four hours to clean yesterday.)
The food! (Lala set all this up, this and the drinks table, while I was primping, so she gets major bonus points.)
Aren’t we FANCY? Cut limes AND lemons! Toothpicks! People, the parties I’ve had in the past have involved Tecate and one jar of olives of unknown provenance, dug from the back of the fridge. Maybe a half-eaten bag of chips and some Oreos. I exaggerate, but not much.
There were also party dresses:
Harriet wore a lovely little number that accidentally matched my dress, but she avoided the camera. She’s the smartest one. Clara was crated for most of the party and didn’t have to wear anything. She’s not fond of crowds, and she’d already eaten all the feta, so she was good with her bone in there.
And there were musicians:
Even very young ones:
A good time was had, I believe. I think the last folks left at about three, and because we live in Oakland, if the cops were called, they wouldn’t have had time to check on it until the next day, so we’re good. And the floors are now mopped. I’m happy.
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