Some people are born to shop, eat chocolate, be wild, etc. (or so I read at a tee-shirt stand in Tijuana back in ‘’95… Okay, so I have never be to Tijuana. Certainly not in ‘’95, I was 12 at the time. I just thought it sounded tough and complemented my bad-ass title. Thoughts?) I was born to tablescape. As many of you may have guessed, I’ve dabbled in tablescape architecture a time or two before with an occasional cloth napkin. Perhaps even a pillar candle. On special occasions, I’ve even been known to jam a post-it into a pine cone and call it a place card. I realize now that those were just cheap imitations of the real art of tablescapery- Behold, my masterpiece:
I call it: Ladies who Lunch
This tablescape was inspired by my dear sister-in-law, Diana. Her best gals and I threw her a surprise ladies tea to celebrate her engagement. She is getting married in August to the love of her life! And I am so touched that she asked me to be her maid of honor! (I know I should officially by called matron of honor, but yikes! That sounds frightfully old and dour, so I think I will just stick to maid of honor, thank you very much!) I had so much planning her fancy tea party and leapin-lizards (I mean damn-it-all-to-hell! Bad-ass theme, you understand.) we are going to have fun at her Hen Party in May! I am planning on riding our fat hogs up and down the coast, hitting every biker bar between here and T-town (Tijuana, my second home) and stopping for some arson and vandalism along the way… AKA: we are partaking in a lovely wine festival followed by a day at the spa! Should be divine! Ta ta! I mean, perch and rotate, mother truckers!