our party space between

sometime next week you’ll walk to your mailbox thinking that
today is just like any other day

…but you’ll be wrong.

inside a gossamer envelope awaits.

light and airy and of the palest silver, it rests in your hands like a promise.

you smile as you slide your thumb down the crease,
“a party?”, you breath....

and then a hundred confetti stars twinkle to the ground.

the script is jaunty, the wording melodic, the message clear

….you are invited…..

you gasp and pick up the phone,

“i need two tickets to mrs m’s. yes please, right away”.

all true hostesses, at least the ones that make history,

know that the secret ingredient to the most seductive soirees and the most fabulous fetes,

 is neither the delectable dishes nor the effervescent cocktails

(although no doubt, those will be outstanding)
it's….the guest list.

you’ll look down the invitees and smile…

this is going to be one hell of a party.

at last the day arrives, shiny and bright.

the sky a brilliant baby blue,
the breeze fresh and tinged faintly with the scent of ocean.

you in that outfit…

the one from your blog,

the one that makes you feel

yep

…that way.

and suddenly you’re there
and even though you’ve seen photos of 

the home souled found for mrs m and mr c,

nothing can prepare you for how fabulous it truly is.

by the end of the night you agree
it is the perfect space between…

between the real world and make believe.

and you leave with souleds card ,

giddy in the knowledge that you’re perfect place in the world

is imminent also.

and then they start arriving as you knew they would...

with laughter and panache,

in a wave of vibrant colors and spiky heels….

there’s reverie…whose artisan shop you adore and who rains down wisdom nuggets, like acorns.

and crush party….how does she do it? post after beautiful post….
and to top it off she brought the most swoon worthy party favors she made herself…
and her talented daughter pretty stuff, who we immediately adore.

there’s centered aurajoon and hilarious petunia face…. both glowing and preggers and

wide open spaces who of course spends quality time talking to everyone.

bottles of bubbly come and go
and mackink, who always knows just what to say and how to say it,
gives souled a huge hug when she announces that

…she finally found him….

“yeah”, we all cheer ….as goodnight irene turns up the tunes

 and gets us dancing like only she can.

….and just when we think it couldn't possibly get any better….
they arrive….

amazing men to go with these amazing women...

hunkies and brians, the uncle sugars and mr c’s

even souleds new hottie...
 who just can't get over his luck.

and neither can we....

cuz for a group of women who've never actually met....

we sure know how to party....

xo ~mrs m