“Memories are perhaps the best gifts of all.” Gloria Gaither
At our recent taco/nacho party all the guests brought the present of their presence. The group was amazingly fun to have in our home. Men in the living room and women, plus two renegade men, around the dining room table. Conversations flowed and the women laughed a lot more then the men, repeating unrepeatable jokes.
Two of the attendees, knowing my personality more deeply than I expected, brought hostess gifts. One of the offerings was a bouquet of flowers that perfectly matched, not only my taste, but also my “priceless” piece of pottery I’d purchased in Santa Fe.
Another couple brought something that appealed more to my fun/bizzare nature. They brought …
One would think that a woman of my standing in the community (?) would graciously accept such a gift with a hearty laugh while placing it in a prominent place. Well, I sort of did that. I placed it on my head, wore it for the entire evening, and accepted bows and curtsies.
The giver suggested I might want to re-gift this item. Not a chance. It shall be a good way to signal my emotional state.
So I’m giving a lot more thought to hostess gifts that I might give. How lovely to have good people in my life who nudge me toward better choices. (Insert husband’s eye roll here.) I’m working on it!
Loveya – TheGrandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.