During the course of our party throwing, I've come to understand a few things about myself. One, I may perhaps be somewhat ADD. The night before, when any sane and rational person would be scrubbing their bathroom floor, I decided to take up a very pressing and important project instead: making paper chains.
A few weeks ago it dawned on me how much I used to adore doing that. Mom used to sit us down in front of the TV and we'd make paper chains for hours. One particular Christmas (when we lived on a farm in the middle of nowhere), my sisters and I made paper chains by firelight during a huge snowstorm. Of course, now I know that this was just Mom's way of keeping us busy, and by default keeping her own sanity during the holiday season. But, I digress.
So, after spending a happy (yet wasteful) Friday night making paper chains and watching The Polar Express, I had to step it up Saturday morning. Thank goodness my level headed husband had already begun the major cleaning process, which left me time to 'fluff.' I set the table to coordinate with my fiesta ware. In all fairness, I realize my Christmas has more 'Easter' colors than normal, but I've stopped fighting it. I like pink and green and turquoise... so I've finally given in.
Matt did the major cooking (I know, what did I do exactly?). He made a big batch of meatballs in a homemade sauce, we eat them over Texas garlic toast and it is delicious! We had the usual sides, appetizers, nothing mind blowing or too fancy.
OK, this is what I did. A lot of organizing, figuring out if we had enough forks (which we didn't, I had to buy cheap silverware which I HATE).
There was not nearly enough room for buffet space, so we had to rig a folding buffet table from the attic. It didn't look as put-together as I wanted, but it worked. I got to use my newest ebay find, a tablecloth that matches one I already had from my great-grandmother. It is pristine condition, no holes or stains, and was only $17.00.
This is where the men ended up, in the man-room. Conincidentally someone turned off my Bing Crosby CD and turned on the Heisman Trophy award show... it was a Christmas miracle apparently since no one in the room did it. I apologize for the dark pictures, but that's what happens when you paint your walls dark grey and have no overhead light! Ahem, he doesn't call it a man-cave for nothing. Actually, I'm just thankful that he let me put a little tree in there. Of course, ornaments were taboo, at least there were some twinkle lights.
But in the end, this was by far the cutest part of the entire party. Isn't Brooklyn precious? She even came dressed for the occasion, complete with pink tights and pompom boots. I heartily approved, and even secretly wished I could find an adult-size version of that outfit. All in all, it was very fun and Matt and I really enjoyed it. We were really happy that all our friends seemed to have good time. And, bonus treat: our house is very very clean.