My daughter hosted a holiday party/cookie exchange at her home last weekend. I crashed the party, and I am proud of it. Tee hee.
Jenni, Phyllis, Denise, Karen, Tracey in front, Carla, absent out of town.
I've known the two in the middle for forty-three and forty-six years. I watched them grow up, go through their stages from childhood through the difficult teen years, into adulthood. It is hard to believe some are grandmas.
As these girls grew up and found themselves, they lost touch temporarily, reconnected periodically, but over the decades they did keep in touch, through the good times and bad.
Every Christmas my girl decorates her house to the nines, and everyone brings goodies, toasts to the past, present, and future, and are on a natural high (okay it could be the wine and cookies) for an entire day.
The new friends fit right in to the group of gigglers. Look at them taking a Charlie's Angel's pose. In my opinion they are all my angels.
Before I knocked on the door, their raucous laughter pealed, and I smiled inwardly knowing how much women need female friends to lift one another up, listen to each other complain, and bellow at raunchy word/card games.
I so enjoyed myself and relived parts of my youth, as I watched them and reminisced about old friends and old times.
Did YOU ever attend Home Interior or Tupperware parties? Remember the feeling of temporary freedom? No husband, or kids, or phone ringing. Remember the guilty pleasure of eating deserts? Laughing and sharing with other women?
Got me to thinking about a television commercial for State Farm Insurance. As Sheryl's she-shed is burning, she looks at her bewildered husband and vows to rebuild a she-ier she-shed.
I think we all need a great escape, some place to unwind, to be ourselves, to not be interrupted by noise or requests.
Guys have had their garages, man caves, camp outs and hunting trips. Girls just wanna have fun, too.
I've known the two in the middle for forty-three and forty-six years. I watched them grow up, go through their stages from childhood through the difficult teen years, into adulthood. It is hard to believe some are grandmas.
As these girls grew up and found themselves, they lost touch temporarily, reconnected periodically, but over the decades they did keep in touch, through the good times and bad.
Every Christmas my girl decorates her house to the nines, and everyone brings goodies, toasts to the past, present, and future, and are on a natural high (okay it could be the wine and cookies) for an entire day.
The new friends fit right in to the group of gigglers. Look at them taking a Charlie's Angel's pose. In my opinion they are all my angels.
Before I knocked on the door, their raucous laughter pealed, and I smiled inwardly knowing how much women need female friends to lift one another up, listen to each other complain, and bellow at raunchy word/card games.
I so enjoyed myself and relived parts of my youth, as I watched them and reminisced about old friends and old times.
Did YOU ever attend Home Interior or Tupperware parties? Remember the feeling of temporary freedom? No husband, or kids, or phone ringing. Remember the guilty pleasure of eating deserts? Laughing and sharing with other women?
Got me to thinking about a television commercial for State Farm Insurance. As Sheryl's she-shed is burning, she looks at her bewildered husband and vows to rebuild a she-ier she-shed.
I think we all need a great escape, some place to unwind, to be ourselves, to not be interrupted by noise or requests.
Guys have had their garages, man caves, camp outs and hunting trips. Girls just wanna have fun, too.
7 comments:
You were a WONDERFUL addition to The Annual Cookie Bake.
You made us laugh, reminisce & brought more Joy to the table.
I would not know what to do without you in my life. You are THE BEST!
The picture says it all: girls' party, girls' fun.
What a wonderful comment from your daughter. You ARE the best--in so many ways.
Looks like a wild time! My mom used to meet a couple times a year with her old friends. They'd go out to a restaurant, and spend 3-4 hours reminiscing. One of them started bringing her husband. Mom lamented that they all liked him well enough, but he changed the carefree atmosphere.
What fun! I like being with my daughters and their friends, too. Sometimes my girls are afraid I will share too many stories about their childhood! But, the friends love it!
And you DO need your she shed! Every woman needs a room of her own, where she can relax and enjoy a respite from domestic demands and spousal interruptions.
Looks like a great group and everyone had a fun time!
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