This table became my life. I obsessed over it. I felt like the Target Christmas lady, but mainly because I prefer to wear one piece red leotards. The sad part is, I don't think my final project really looked like it was all I thought about for two weeks straight. And maybe that's why I got a C on my math final. (Don't worry Mom, my letter stayed in tact.)
I walked in the church Sunday night to set up my table, and felt a panic attack sneaking up through my legs. Is that where your panic attacks start too? Crazy.
The women that were recruited for this party of sorts really brought their A-games. I was nervous to even unpack my goods, because I felt inferior for no good reason. This was church, they're not allowed to be mean. Ha! Oh honey. But it turns out this bunch of hens (and I really do say that with the nicest of intentions) were very sweet.
I had no china of my own, so I thrifted everything but the silver, which I stole from my own house. I'm pretty sure Justin was cooking dinner that night and was wondering why the only utensils he could find were butter knives and a slotted spoon.
I'm just glad they didn't ask me to provide the desserts. Because I would have brought those store-bought sugar cookies with the mound of icing on top and called it good. Folks, I'm not a baker. Anyone interested in teaching me?
The whole plate was amaze- except for the fried prune pies. Poor, poor prune pies. They get no respect.
I wish I would have taken a photo of the ladies that adorned my table. It was peppered with neighbors, old friends, new friends, best friends, and a couple of randos that I am going to force into being my friend. We declared ourselves "The Cool Table" and talked about the big game on Friday night and who was wearing what to prom. I wonder if that's what the kids in high school really talked about? If so, they were obviously just as lame as the rest of the school.
Until next time.
P.S. I just reread this and it totally looks like I might be fishing for compliments by being hard on myself. But that couldn't be farther from the truth. I just wanted to show you what was going through my head. It's a mad, mad, mad world in there.