This afternoon at 2 o’clock I am hosting a bridal tea for my friend Glenda’s daughter. I will be posting pictures on Tablescape Thursday.
Yesterday morning Connie came over to work on flowers and other things, and I gave LBeau his instructions for things I wanted him to take care of. It included stuff like getting rid of the stack of books on the floor of the bedroom where the gifts would be displayed, doing something about the piles of magazines in the living room, and moving the three or four books that he is currently reading so that someone can set a drink or plate on the end table beside his chair in the den. Are you seeing a pattern here?
So where does he start? Why he insists that his first priority is to take everything out of his closet so that I can vacuum it out. I thought he had learned years ago that closets are where you stash all of that stuff you want to hide when it’s time for company.
Back when we were newly married and expecting our first overnight house guests, LBeau decided that it was a good time to clean out all of the closets. That was when we had our first lesson about priorities. I guess he’s forgotten that lesson over the past 38 years.
So now if any of the tea guests should mistake the door to his closet for the door to the powder room, they’ll find that it’s spic and span.