Every Party Has A Pooper...

...that's why we invited you.

Party Poop-er.

That's the song that has been playing in my head for the past two days. I'm sitting here this morning completely pooped from parties, both those in Blog Land and the ones in the land of  real  living.

Not only have I attended more than my personal quota of blog parties lately, but it's also party season in Dixie. Beginning about two weeks ago, I have been on a nonstop party bus to everything from luncheons to weddings. My house is a bit of a mess, and I'm worn out. Marathon yakabouts can be very exhausting.

If there's one thing even more exhausting than attending a party, it's throwing one.

There's something more exhausting that that, too, and it's helping the Duchess throw one of  hers. That's because the Duchess never throws a party. Noooooo.  The Duchess hosts an event. 

For large numbers of people... 

At some random outside location...

To which the slave labor she procreated must haul 

food, linen, flowers, and every manner of creative dishery.  

When we're finished? We have to haul it all the way back home again. 

Such was the case this week as she hosted a reception for a local political candidate.  After all that fixing and lugging and decorating and serving and hauling back home again, do you know what I wanted to do?

I wanted to set up a yet another table for Cuisine Kathleen's beach table challenge. 

At a random outside location.  

Yes, I realize that the pool is not the beach,
 but it's watery so out we went. 

Actually, the we this time the we was mostly I.  The other two have common sense. The Farm Sister forked over some blue place mats and a vase and headed home to get caught up. The Duchess provided just about everything else on the table. Then she retired to the shade to watch from a distance.

I lasted about ten minutes poolside before I decided to drag the entire table into the shade with her.

 That's where it ended up.

 Ours is not exactly beach themed, but it is designed around something 
at the sea shore. 
That counts, right?

The Duchess found these lighthouse dishes over a year ago at a local thrift store. They actually have bowls and mugs as well, but we didn't use them.  It's summer and southeast Georgia. Not even the invisible people are interested in hot chocolate and chowder. 

The only thing on the entire table that belongs to me is the set of red salad plates which you can barely see.
The rest was pilfered from the Duchy. 

Actually, these cute little napkin rings

are the whole reason that I wanted to do the table.  

That's the same set of stemware as last week, but it belongs to her. We each have a set of it. (Belk, about two years ago) That way we can combine it for larger parties events.

We each have a set of the red flatware too. 

Same reason.

If I were not too tired to join the tip party, I would give you that tip of the day.
Buy some of the same table stuff as close friends and family,
and pool your resources. 

Well, that's all I've got, and I'm too pooped to provide more. 

Plus, I need to get caught up and rested up. You see, this coming weekend I have another very special event to celebrate.

I won't say what it is, but after 28 years of being married to a party girl, I don't think Sir Lotsa Hair will appreciate it if the party pooper shows up instead.  

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Sharing at Let's Dish! with Cuisine Kathleen 

and The Porch for Tablescape Thursday.