I've been painting goblets tonight because my table tomorrow night is going to have a snowflake theme. Tres originale.
When I got off work at 2 pm today, I went into the Oneighty gym, which is about to magically transform into a Martha Stewartish lollapalooza. Some women were already going about their business creating their elegant table masterpieces. Lots of them are not just decorating their tables but are also dressing their chairs. I sort of feel sorry for the guests who are going to sit in those chairs because no matter how festive they will dress, the chairs they're seated in will show them up. It would be hard to accept that your chair is prettier than you.
We had to give a short description of our tables and why we chose our theme. Women who are using their grandmother's china usually mention that. Sometimes there's a story behind the place settings. I asked my friend and co-worker about her description of her table (also snowflake themed). She said, "OH, Cathy (co-hostess) found this great verse in Isaiah about how the snow and the rain fall and water the ground, and that's how God's word nourishes us ...."
Wow. Do you know what my description said? "I am a grown-up who loves snow, so I decorated my table in big, happy snowflakes." Yes, I actually said that. It's a little simple even for Mr. Rogers' taste, but that's what I said. Probably channeling the painter Bob Ross: " ... some biiiig, happy snowflakes riiiight here."
Another snowflake-themed table (!) had goblets with dainty snowflakes delicately embossed on them with a gold rim. That was a little deflating. I had gone to Hobby Lobby and grabbed a couple of paint pens. I am therefore now designating my table as "whimsical." Because "Whimsy" is truly my middle name. And all this time I thought it was "Uncreative."
So now I'm off to starch my napkins. And you thought my middle name was "Boring."