Kathleen, hard at work. I've reached the point where I'm not into home parties that involved buying and selling of merchandize. But it's hard to turn down my pal Kimberly so I found myself partying with the girls, looking at cookware and eating. Mostly eating. And visiting. And making new friends. This was a pampered chef party and some of the proceeds on a few select items were going to be donated to cancer research. In light of my recent journey, how could I turn that down?
It's a lot work hosting this type of party but look at that big smile on my friend's face. I don't think she minded at all. And I sure didn't mind getting a chance to spend time with friends and enjoy an amazing Southwest chicken salad, set out on a teak platter like a work of art. Of course, I vowed to make such appealing presentations myself in the future. (I doubt I'm going to do it though. We've got company joining us at the ocean this weekend and the fare will consist of hot dogs and paper plates!)
It's a lot work hosting this type of party but look at that big smile on my friend's face. I don't think she minded at all. And I sure didn't mind getting a chance to spend time with friends and enjoy an amazing Southwest chicken salad, set out on a teak platter like a work of art. Of course, I vowed to make such appealing presentations myself in the future. (I doubt I'm going to do it though. We've got company joining us at the ocean this weekend and the fare will consist of hot dogs and paper plates!)
Kimberly, our hostess, ready to serve up the baked brie.
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