A Party from a Romance Novel

So . . . once I thought the party I'm giving in January was the party in my book.  Hummm. 

I love this Radko Ducky ornament.
We stayed in a hotel on Cape

Cod this summer that had rubber duckies
in the pool . . . But it's too much fun

to go into Margos in Utica Square with
hubby to pick out this year's ornament

That party is in the Summer at the Lake, so . . . maybe this party will be in another book. In fact, it already is! The book I'm reading.  It's an English book about a party thrown around the theme of Hollywood's Golden Era, all Vintage and stuff. 

Well, mine is kind of like that.

We have a very vintage tree.  I can only go to garage sales when I can sneak them around my hubby, but one of the things I always look for is vintage Christmas decorations.  Then I go to Margos and get a Christopher Radko every year, and shop at Tuesday Morning to find yet more sparkly, opulent (almost as good a word as succulent) ornaments. Oh, and I forgot the after Christmas ornament sales at Pottery Barn and Restoration Hardware and Dillards. 

When my hubby asked what the theme of the party would be, I said "sprarkly and glittery."  We will have plenty of Champagne and clinking glasses.  I expect everyone to dress elegant.  We'd thought about having this party at Tulsa's best dinner club, but decided we want to show off our house (and our new art), but it will still be elegant . ..  I hope . . . If I can pull it off the way I want to. . .

I've been working on a playlist on Pandora for months for the party. Here's a link to it:  http://www.pandora.com/?sc=sh591281181343162435&shareImp=true#!/stations/play/591281181343162435

And meantime, my writing . . .  uh . . ..  I worked on starting to put my Christmas village up on top of my kitchen cabinets last night, but today the boss is gone, so while the cat's away, this little mouse will write!

About All Those Wine Glasses . . . And Corks . . .

What do I need to do first to get ready for this party?  Well, first I have to get ready for the maids THIS WEEK!  First, I'm going to put my Christmas village on top of my kitchen cabinets, but I have champagne glasses there.  In fact, I have wine glasses everywhere. What does that say about me?  Oh dear . . . I think it means I like to entertain, don't you?

(Oh before I forget--read the coolest tip--to start fires--chimineas in summer and fireplaces in winter--all very romantic--fill a jar with a lid with rubbing alchol and put wine corks in it.  Ready to light a fire? Throw in a wine cork.  But keep that jar away from heat and fire, please)

Back to wine glasses and what to do with them. I think I need a cabinet just for wine glasses. Has anyone ever seen anything like that? I can't put them underneath my cabinets in the kitchen. I have lights there. I already have a glass rack on my Tiki bar (yes--I have a tiki bar), but it's full.

I've been looking out on Amazon and cannot find something to buy to help solve my wine glass problem.  Does anyone have an idea for me?  And if you do, maybe you could also help me solve my clothing problem (I should live in a closet) and my shoe problem . . . want a dog?

OK. I've started.

Anyway,  My husband is assigned to have new outside lighting installed.  I just took all the Champagne glasses that are only used during the holiday season down from the top of my kitchen cabinet.  Yuck. They are dirty.  I'm cleaning the junk out of our old German armoire in the dining room and putting Champagne and wine glasses there.

My husband asked me what the theme of the party should be. "Sparkly!" I answered. "Glittery.  People in beautiful clothes wearing diamonds and jewels.  Drinking Champagne."  

"I like the Champagne part." He smiled at me.  

I've been working on a Pandora playlist for a few months.  I seeded it with Sinatra (yes, my 30-year old stepson likes to sit in his old wooden Chris Craft at the lake and listen to Sinatra. It also has lots of Dean Martian.  The father of hero in the book I'm writing is modeled after Dean Martian-her mother after Natalie Wood.

On the top of the cabinet, I'm going to set up my Christmas village.

This should be a novel . . .

But I can't write it right now.  I'm trying to finish my first novel, and it's going well, but I have a lot of work yet to do on it.  

And now . . .  

The challenge.  Two months from today, I'll have a giant party in my house.  It's a graduation party. My stepson is graduating from Law School.  We'll have all kinds of guests from his fellow law students, to his co-workers from the oil company where he works, to his rag-a-tag party friends that he hangs out with at the lake to his fun and quirky friends from high school. Also, my son who is a freshman in high school in Connecticut will be there, and possibly some of his friends who are in schools scattered around the northeast.  And on our side, who knows, because my husband's and my life are in flux right now.

My Living Room and Tree in 2008

My husband turned in his resignation at a job he hated on the day he received a retention bonus for staying there five years longer than he planned or wanted to.  And the jobs he's looking at now could be here in Tulsa, in Houston, or, possibly in Pittsburgh PA.

So, while I'm decorating and hiring wait staff and planning catering, my husband may be living somewhere far away and our house may be for sale.  Or maybe not.

And my job?  I've worked there almost four years, but my company has been acquired by a larger firm. I think I'll probably have a job there until maybe next summer, but who really knows. I've been there before. I know that everything is on the table.

I have three crazy dogs who do their best to destroy our historical home as fast as I try to fix it up.  We need to get some outside lights installed and some concrete poured before then.  

But you know what, I've been looking forward to this party for years. I love to show off my home.  We have a new John Lennon print and Cuban painting to show off.  

This two months should be a novel, but instead I'm going to blog the experience.  Hold on. It's going to be a wild ride!

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