Holiday Parties!
As you have all probably surmised by now, I am a big fan of parties. Especially if the party happens to includes dressing up, good food and lots of friends– I AM SO THERE.
Russ, on the other hand, is not a big party animal. He prefers quiet gatherings or dinner out with a few friends. (Which I also like. In fact, it is hard to think of any kind of gathering I’m not a fan of. Possibly a public hanging– but I’d even consider that if there was a live band. And maybe a signature cocktail.) So anyway, when I got an invitation for a festive Girls Only /Pajama Party/Cookie Exchange at the lovely home of Homecoming Magazine editor Roberta Croteau, it was totally right up my alley. Not only did I get to dress up, it also gave me the chance to show up with 3 dozen of my Soon To Be World Famous Way Too Labor-Intensive Christmas Cookies and modestly dig my toe in the dirt and blushingly brush away all compliments as I protested that “Those little ol’ cookies were no big deal at all, I’m just so pleased that you think they’re pretty…”
(I purposely neglected to mention that producing those little ol’ cookies kept me up until 4:30 a.m. Monday morning and involved burning the first batch– there may or may not have been some serious cussing going on in my kitchen that night. It was appalling. The dogs still aren’t making eye contact with me.)
The only tiny hitch in my party plans involved the fact that I don’t own a pair of pajamas, which can be a problem if you’re going to a pajama party. HOWEVER– I happened to remember that Sue Buchanan was going to be there and I just KNEW she’d wear something totally inappropriate, so I figured I had a little wiggle room. I dug around in the archives (aka my closet) and came up with a lovely peignoir that I LITERALLY had only worn maybe once– IN 1976! Yes kids, it was actually a part of my bridal trousseau (and if you think I am thoroughly enjoying throwing around “Mad Men”-era phrases like peignoir and trousseau, you are so right.) Anyway, it is totally foo–foo and ridiculous so of course I further upped the ante by adding strings of pearls, waved hair, red lipstick, big-ass fake diamond earrings and stilettos. Altogether not a bad look for me, I decided.
I was also fervently hoping I didn’t get stopped by the police, because they would have immediately started checking to see if there were any warrants out for an aging retro hooker driving a dented Jaguar.
So anyway, here’s a couple of pictures– Russ took the first one before I left, and the afore-mentioned Sue Buchanan just posted the second one on Facebook. And yes, she IS sporting silky pajamas, curlers and too much cleavage, thanks for asking. I knew I could count on her.
So, tell me– gone to any holiday parties recently you want to share with the class…?
