My darling muse and frequent frolicking partner, the lovely Susan, got just a smidge older this November. She decided, as she is wont to do, to throw herself the very most fabulous dinner party. The appropriate furniture was dragged outside (yes, those are not just kitchen tables, but an entire record player and cabinet full of vinyl), farmers’ market flowers were acquired, candles and bottles were scattered, twigs were placed on napkins and Susan penned just about the most charming chalkboard lettering. Then folks arrived, deliciousness was consumed, songs were sung, and merriment occurred in excess. Though the gathering was small, the spirits were bright. And oh, the sweetness of the wreath upon her curled locks just about did me in.
Oh—and with full bellies and warm hearts, they all lived happily ever after.