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Years back, when they first moved in, I couldn't remember Sally's and Peter's names. "Just think of salt and pepper," Sally said, standing in front of her house. It worked.
Sally and Peter--she a writer/editor, he an executive in the cooking tool business--live two houses up the block. Every year, they throw a holiday party that includes champagne, wines, Brie, piping hot hors d'oeuvres, festive sweets and a look at their tall, fresh tree from Fred's, the Christmas tree stand that has been a beloved Montclair destination since 1956. The fire crackles and the candles glow. Also: The invitation always asks for a can or two for the food pantry in town. [This year: Toni's Kitchen.]
The party was today. I noticed many bags of canned goods by the tree. I had left my baked beans, cranberry sauce and peas on the porch.
H. has been away since Wednesday; he's in San Antonio to attend a conference of brain/intelligence researchers/scientists, research for his book. He's enjoying it, but he missed the party and I missed him. Still, the Brie was there, the wine, the friends. Figgy, too, with her pal Christy--both hired to help serve and clean up as the party progressed.
And then of course Sally, with a Christmas-tree-bulb necklace and a warm laugh. Patsy, pretty and fit in a silvery twin set. Lydia, in black slacks and festive top. Paige, always glamorous, with white-blond hair and black lace--and her grandma's peanut butter ball recipe up her proverbial sleeve. [She brought a candy-cane-shaped trayful and they were good. I got the last one!] Lesley, lovely auburn hair and chic skirt and top--and adorable third-grade son taking our drink orders with attention and grace. Amy, in a gorgeous top and long, slender skirt. Young mom Caryn, with a new haircut that looks so stylish. Susan, Sally's sister, a beautiful blonde. Julie, her dark curls set nicely against a snowy knit sweater. Lisa, in a ruffly gray cardigan with her dazzling smile.** And everyone's kids, running in and out to check the cookie tray and the candy dish. The husbands, too, but their outfits are not as much fun to describe. ;)
Oh, and me--in my recent underwhelming uniform of chocolate-brown, knee-length skirt, black wedges and sweater with Burberry scarf. I did go the extra mile and gloss my eyelids with that Bobbi Brown Powder Pearl Trio but, at least in my amateur hands, they weren't magic wands that made me a sparkly holiday marvel. Still, that extra minute in front of the mirror did have me feeling more festive as I held my wineglass and ate my crab puffs. And Figgy--makeup artist extraordinaire--noticed and said she liked it.
I have more to do before bed, and I'm tired, so better sign off.
- Support group. Like the people there.
- Chose whole wheat bagel over white.
- Walked Sug around block.
- Fun and laughter @ salt and pepper's party. ;) We have great neighbors.