Last year it was twigs and berries up in this beeyotch. This year, our pre-Thanksgiving throwdown 'twas so much more.
Twigs...and...moss...and...seedpods...and, pinecones. And pumpkin candles. Yes. Yes. And please don't forget the evergreen fronds...and the tiny blown-glass bird. And the nuts. The tasty nuts.
Actually, it was another early Thanksgiving celebration at Chez Eurolush. We'll be traveling like wilburys on the actual holiday, and were determined to make it happen. The table linens are the ones I made wit' me mudder this past summer when I was home trying to weasel my way back into the nest.
I like how I'm the ghost of Thanksgiving present in the photo below. I bring the fear of moss and forest remnants to every table. Beware. Do not anger the ghost. She will come to your Thanksgiving table, pine-cones in hand, and demand to be fed.
It was a fun night, though. I ate more than should be legal or humanly possible. Later, as I lay in bed feeling like an anaconda with a live grizzly bear inside, I thought about never eating again. But then I remembered the leftovers downstairs. How silly of me to have forgotten. A momentary weakness.
Never forget the power of leftovers.
We actually ate with the lights on, of course. But I wanted things to look all mysterious and sexy in my pre-Thanksgiving photos.
For I am the ghost of the pre-Thanksgiving celebration.
Here's wishing a the happiest of Thanksgiving to all you who celebrate! Tex and I would love to join you. Invitations welcome. Please. I'm begging here. So hungry.