Thanksgiving & A Whole Lot of Ambience

Or better yet, Notes from the Underbelly {I so get that}. My bestfriends know that when someone says, "holiday hosting" to me, I feel choked. I am not the greatest cook, and I am not the hostest with the mostest okay? I am immediately on a cliff ledge & I have to call my best friends & moan. They love me just the way I am.

But I prayed & sent up my alms let me tell you. And guess what--oh miracle of miracles, sweet Jesus helped me get through the days. Let me tell you how, first I committed myself to the family holiday. . .LOL. . .I dove deep into comfort, organized my shells in bottles (which has nothing to do with holiday prep, but everything to do with my twisted thinking) & that meant a series of shell frames! Ivy Jeanne's newest white on white has me dizzy in love, so I pumped my holiday frenzy in between all the cleaning and organizing while ill with the flu. It's possible my body was revealing how I truly feel about hostessing a party of 20+. This is how I work the stress girlfriends, I start craft projects galore!

Ambience. It's been a joke with my October Maui trip since the cottage we rented had no ambience to speak of it was so small. But for Thanksgiving, I hit the shops for Ambience, maybe people won't notice my dry turkey because they are so smacked with Ambience. And, sigh*, I found it in two lonely pineapple votive holders at Pier 1! YEAH, I'M SAVED. I was instantly, cheered. . .& it spurred me on to a fabulous Thanksgiving, that actually (because Lorin helped me clean, clean, clean--love you hubby) had me kicking my heels in glee. Turkey was timed perfectly & moist, there was a pineapple glow in my heart. . .sweet Jesus gifted me with help. I so needed that. . .I am blessed tenfold. Lots of pics to go with my story.