It's decided, I am going to throw a "Jane Austen" party. Now, I know we won't be able to dress like them, or do our hair like them, (although that would be awesome), but what if we just did what they did? I know it is very un-educated of me, but I am going to base all my thoughts and dreams solely off the novels...(ha..I could have said the movies, but I am edjukated) I don't have all the details worked out, but here is what I am thinking.
Everyone has to come prepared to share a small talent. Be it a poem, a song on the piano forte, a dramatic limerick, or perhaps even a small witty comment. At some point in the evening, (most likely between the 5 coarse meal and the time when the men will be excused to have a drink and smoke cigars) we will withdraw to thedrawing room family room. Although there may be a small card game occurring in the corner, the majority of us will fan ourselves and respectfully listen to each performer. Of coarse at some point someone will say, "Mrs. Bearden...please, won't you grace us with a song." Then I will shyly say,...(in an English accent).."Oh, no..I couldn't possibly" After some chiding, and a command from one of the more powerful intimidating woman in the room, (ooo..remind me to invite someone like that) I will finally agree. As I began to play and sing, a tall, dark and handsome man will get lost in his thoughts of love for me. Then he will smile and remember that I am his wife and think he is the luckiest person in London Riverton.
BTW I am assuming that during all this time the children are in the nursery being seen but not heard.
Ok, then comes the dancing. Somehow, we will all know these intricate line dances...(not country line dances). We will weave in and out. We will all smile at each other and carry on witty little conversations all the while. Although if we do these dances, I might have us change into dresses. I just can't imagine us gracefully gliding across the floor in our Capris. I guess that is a detail to be worked out at a later time.
If the hour grows too late, or if someone feels a chill coming on, or if the weather is poor, guests will sleep the night. We will all wake up the next morning to a beautiful breakfast...(prepared by my servants)..then we will spend the day strolling by the lake...(I guess we could drive up to Day Break) having picnics, and playing silly games.
Finally we will say our fond good byes and promise to see each other again in a Fortnight.
So...who is in?
PS I guarantee that if Mike reads this post, he will fall asleep half way through it.
Everyone has to come prepared to share a small talent. Be it a poem, a song on the piano forte, a dramatic limerick, or perhaps even a small witty comment. At some point in the evening, (most likely between the 5 coarse meal and the time when the men will be excused to have a drink and smoke cigars) we will withdraw to the
BTW I am assuming that during all this time the children are in the nursery being seen but not heard.
Ok, then comes the dancing. Somehow, we will all know these intricate line dances...(not country line dances). We will weave in and out. We will all smile at each other and carry on witty little conversations all the while. Although if we do these dances, I might have us change into dresses. I just can't imagine us gracefully gliding across the floor in our Capris. I guess that is a detail to be worked out at a later time.
If the hour grows too late, or if someone feels a chill coming on, or if the weather is poor, guests will sleep the night. We will all wake up the next morning to a beautiful breakfast...(prepared by my servants)..then we will spend the day strolling by the lake...(I guess we could drive up to Day Break) having picnics, and playing silly games.
Finally we will say our fond good byes and promise to see each other again in a Fortnight.
So...who is in?
PS I guarantee that if Mike reads this post, he will fall asleep half way through it.
