Yes, you might as well know...since it's all over the interwebs already.
And I admit to a significant FAIL, in that this is not my Christmas -- or Candlemas -- or Lent -- or even Pentecost yearbook/newsletter... you know, the one I promised you!
What can I say. Despite my best efforts, I have been dragged into a new era in which I no longer have focused assistants, ready and able to devote their creative abilities to help me get things like a yearbook done.
I have to figure out a new way to bring you the year's news -- other than via blog, with pictures, which keeps you up to date -- no, make that TWO blogs!! Not sure what you're complaining about...oh, you mean the "overheards"? Yeah, I don't have assistants taking notes on the hilarious and witty things said around here, either....
Instead, these amazingly creative, intense, and driven people got together and gave me a birthday bash. It lasted all weekend.
So for now, you might as well enjoy the lovely party...I'll show you in pictures, okay?
Last-minute frosting of cakes is a tradition in these parts!
If we're not at the party, we're frosting the cake!
I want you to see the goodness concealed in there:
That would be layers of lemon curd alternated with whipped cream, oh yeah.
The idea was to have a tea party at which one wore hats, pearls, and even gloves....
It never hurts for the hostess, the warm, welcoming Nancy Bell, to have a beautiful 18th century tavern with glorious grounds, setting off the lovely ladies to wonderful effect.
Deirdre and Natasha adorn themselves with the youngest party-goers.
Someone makes darned sure she samples everything!
I love how many sweet girls joined us! Bridget is on the left with the big pink flower!
Natasha, above...and Sukie, below...
I didn't know anything about any of this until a couple of weeks before (when I found myself wondering why my name was on someone's wedding invitation, so elegant was what I received in the mail).
They all (except Philip, Rosie's husband, who had to hold Fort Sill together in Rosie's absence) converged. The day after the party Habou made me a wonderful family shish-kebab dinner for the family.
It was a birthday-bash-reunion!
We had delicious baba-ghanoush...
No picture of us all together, of course. Sigh.
I had a lovely weekend. How delightful to see everyone unexpectedly (well, I had about two weeks' warning)! What a blessing!