The Cottage Tour and Bazaar! Sometimes a day is a little too big. But it was all a good kind of big.
At one point, as I was wheeling visitors around on a borrowed golf cart, a fellow golf cart driver told me he’d just toted a batch of knitters who’d come all the way from Evansville, Indiana, after reading about the cottage tour on the blog. I tried valiantly to track them down, but they were too fast for me. It’s possible that that I hallucinated the whole thing.
At any rate, hello knitters from Evansville! We ought to have a knitting workshop up here when it’s not so insanely hot.
Let’s go to the videotape.
At the last minute, Ginny had the idea to have a white elephant sale. With 160 cottages up here filled with 125 years of stuff, it seemed an obvious way to make five million dollars.
I was kind of astonished at how much stuff turned up that morning, given the time frame.
This is Annis, the bazaar chair, with Jane, who decided to bring up five truckloads of stuff from Nashville. The net result of this sale was, I’m guessing, a wholesale shifting of stuff from one cottage to another. We made good money, if not five million dollars, thanks to Ginny’s entire family’s fierce management. And I scored yet another addition to my collection, Tea Towels Of England Bought In Grundy County, Tennessee.
Luncheon on the Lawn, Or, Chicken Salad Hall of Fame
The boxed lunches went fast, thanks to the epic effort of the Lucinda and Candice Army. It was a shady scene over at the Woman’s Association grounds.
We had a record turnout despite the wicked heat. I worried about some of the ladies.
Such a cheerful group, though, these women. A lot of galpals running away from home for the day, church groups, garden clubs, mother-daughter combos. And in the mix were patient menfolk, putting up with it all.
At the Foot of the Master
The thing that made things kind of nuts this year was the Woman’s Association fundraiser we held the night before the cottage tour. The goal was to turn the swimming pool into a party site in less than three hours, and I have to say, I wondered how this was going to happen.
The party chair, Anne, had it all figured out.
Basically, a vase of flowers can accomplish pretty much anything.
She and many, many Woman’s Association members turned a sow’s ear
into a silk purse
even arranging for a downpour a few hours before the party to cool things off.
I watched in wonderment as these ladies transformed buckets of roadside Queen Anne’s Lace, hydrangeas, and kiss-me-at-the-gate into airy, graceful arrangements. Really lovely.
The food was mostly made by Woman’s Association members, which meant it was 100% gone by the end.
To be clear, this is not Deanie Dalrymple’s Shrimp Mold from Porch Party Recipes–it’s a salmon mold. But it was tasty, just the same.
By the end of the party, with the moon high, we all stood around, tuckered out, and watched the votives as they floated around the baby pool.
PS Dad’s been up all week (our family reunion that took place simultaneously with all the events above is a whole NOTHER story). Here’s a picture of Dad and me so you can see a) how cute pappy’s looking these days and b) what 99% humidity will do to a girl’s hair blessherheart: