I always do a great job with the food, decorations, guest lists and drinks. And for twenty-five years I've sucked at photographing the event. This year was no different. I didn't take a lot of photos, and the ones I took were not good. I was having fun being the hostess and chatting. I need to learn how to take pictures in candlelight.
Here is the obligatory photo of the food. I’m most proud of the plate at the bottom right side of the table. My niece is a Brownie and sold Girl Scout cookies this year. She sold, delivered and arraigned them on the plate.
The whole house is lit with candlelight. My brother and his family come early to help light the hundreds of candles. The house looks great- and the cobwebs are not visible. I am always worried that I will not get all of the candles extinguished. The last guests helped me blow them all out, and we turned the lights out to double check. I found a stray votive still burning away the next day. The real shocker was the pillar candle I found at 3:00 am Sunday after my Red Key shift. 57 hours and still burning -- don't tell my insurance agent.
The place was filled with bloggers. Kirsten (above, not a great photograph, she was talking to someone out of the frame), Jerry, Tammy and Cara. We missed you Teresa and Kim. Kent, consider yourself invited for next year.
About fifty people floated through the party. Down from seventy-five two years ago. There is a wicked flu bug making the rounds. My house is very small, with only room for six people to sit down. I love the elbow to elbow feeling, forcing people to meet each other.
As always, it was amazing and humbling to have my house filled with friends and family.
I am loved.