Having parties and worrying no one will show up is apparently a thing with me.
Maybe it’s because stuff happens at the last minute.
Maybe because everyone thinks everyone else will be there so they stay home and watch Downton Abbey.
But I worry.
Every. Single. Time.
Except for this party.
This party I didn’t need to worry if anyone would show up because I had imported all my relatives to come…..
….with strict instructions to act like they didn’t know me.
I spent hours and days getting ready for the party.
The company shipped projects and quilts and fabric and giveaways to the store.
There were bags and aprons and poufs and quilts and stacks and stacks and stacks of fabric.
I had the fabric printed onto card stock and we cut it into triangles.
And punched holes.
And formed an assembly line and made banners that we hung from the ceilings.
We layered the tables with burlap and ordered the yummiest of catering.
And cut out tiny triangles.
And scattered them every where and any where.
The twins and I cut out card stock labels for water bottles.
We wrapped the water bottles with the prints of the fabric.
Then my son printed labels for us and we stuck them on.
And my favorite thing?
I had cookies iced to look like the fabric.
I sent her pictures of the fabric and she made dozens of cookies in different patterns.
The store was ready.
The fabric was in place.
All was quiet and calm.
There was an hour to go before the party started so I thought I would snap a few pictures.
This is the only picture I took before the party started.
See how blurry it is? It’s completely out of focus.
I couldn’t help it.
Because as I was taking this picture. As I stood there in the party room with the water bottles and the banners and the food and the tiny triangles of fabric and all those cookies…
….someone ran into the space and said the words that made my hands shake and my stomach quiver.
Words that made my giant earrings shake and my red lipstick grin and made me smile right down to the bottom of my fancy black boots.
“There’s a line!!!!!!!!!” they shouted.
I ran to the front of the store and looked out and jumped up and down right there in the middle of the store.
Yes. There was a line to get in.
And the best part?
I was only related to one of them.
And to all the wonderful, incredible readers who came out and supported and laughed and giggled and danced and shopped and munched on those amazing cookies.
I adore you.
Forever and ever.
PS If you missed the party, but still want to order fabrics. Click here to see where you can get them at a retailer near you or online.