If you want to hear God chuckle, tell him your plans.
You may recall that I made that grand statement last week, just after yakking abroad my plans to get my groove back. I had barely begun to shake the groove thing, when it hit me.
I'm still not sure exactly what it was, actually. I was fine one minute, and then the next I was lying on the sofa with a acute case of the pathetics.
I wasn't chuckling.
I wasn't up chuckling either, although it would have probably made me feel better. Instead, I just had a really pitiful case of fever, chills, and general, all around, Mack truck disease. For three days, I existed on weak tea and dry toast because nothing, absolutely nothing was appetizing.
That's how I know I was sick, you see.
You know that whole debate over whether it's starve a cold and feed a fever... or feed a cold and starve a fever? Yeah, well, I don't engage in that debate. Around here, it's feed a cold and feed a fever.
Feed a headache and feed a heartache.
If I can make it mushy enough, I'll feed a toothache, too.
I like to eat.
You can imagine how relieved I was when the Mack truck finally pulled out of town and took the train that hit me with it. Thankfully, I was ready to resume eating on Saturday.
Thankfully... because we had a gathering of our Luncheon Club on Saturday,
hosted by the Farm Sister.
Instead of her trademark blue table decor,
she wanted to go completely autumnal.
She decided to borrow this china from her daugther, the newlywed niece.
Pearl Platinum, by Lenox
While she was at it, she borrowed her flatware.
Melon Bud, by Gorham.
And the table runner? That belongs to the niece as well.
I think I need a married daughter...
if for no other reason than the tablescaping...
The centerpiece was her own idea, though,
as was the rustic iron pumpkin that she filled with fall flowers.
But now, the actual arranging was compliments of her daughter as well.
Everything else actually does belong to the hostess.
We've used this Cambria stemware before.
Napkin rings were a recent find at Pier One.
I forgot to ask where she got the leafy place card holders.
And there you have it,
how this luncheon lady broke the fast.
Luncheon Club won't meet again until our yearly Progressive Nibbling in December. Those are the plans anyway.
Of course, far be it from me to make any plans.
I'm glad to be (finally) rejoining the creative ladies at