I went to a garden party....

....to reminisce with my old friends...

(That's a song for those of you under the age of 40)

I think somewhere among the lyrics must be a part about being the last one to arrive and therefore missing the photo opportunities. 

As I mentioned on THIS post, we have a little

luncheon club.

Our July luncheon wasn't exactly a garden party because of the southern summer,

but we did begin our day  with light snacks and cool drinks

 under the Live Oaks. 

The hostess and that sister of mine recently treated each other to a spa adventure in celebration of their 50th birthdays.

 (In case you missed an earlier post,

she is 50...

I am not.)

They brought some of their spa notions back home
 like refreshing spa water.

 Here's how the hostess made hers:

Infuse

2 sliced cucumbers

1 sliced lemon

in

  2 liters of water

 for about a day

Squeeze out the juices

Chill

Serve to your friends

 who are pretending to be Scarlett 

perched on wicker furniture

with their colorful homemade fans.

Drawling a bit more than necessary.

OK, that's what I was doing. The rest of them were just enjoying themselves in conversation.

I had wanted to wear a big floppy hat.  I had visions of myself looking like Princess Diana...

But since I'm still dealing with the humid hormone hair,

I feared I might look a little like Bella Abzug instead.

So I ditched the hat.

We wisely returned inside for our luncheon. I tried to snap a few pictures but decided to put up the shiny red Kodak and enjoy the day instead. Her table was lovely with miniature flower arrangements.

scattered across her grandmother's antique runner

We chatted and laughed for hours, and don't ask me how I know this, but it is quite possible to laugh so unexpectedly that you spew spa water...

across the china...

across the linen...

across place card...

across the flowers...

and clear across the table to the plate on the other side. 

Good-bye Scarlett; hello Ellie Mae.