Oh, my, gravy. I have never in the past SEVEN YEARS OF BLOGGING gone this long without an entry. I feel like I’ve died or something.
(You do realize, of course, that today marks the seventh anniversary of our bi-regional co-blogging venture. Happy blogiversary! For anybody just catching up, there are only 1,277 entries to slog through; it’s no worse than watching all the back seasons of Mad Men, only with a lot more knitting and a lot less Jon Hamm.)
Where to begin? I think I may have mentioned that I am in my third year as president of the Monteagle Sunday School Assembly Woman’s Association. This summer, up here in Monteagle, has gone a little wonky for me.
I spend a lot of time here:
Winfield is the home of the Woman’s Association.
Beautiful things happen at Winfield all summer long. Flower arrangements appear on the refreshment table. The tea punch flows like a mighty river, thanks to our incredible hostess, Cindy, who lives upstairs at Winfield during the summer. She just inherited a collection of aprons that means she will be wearing a different apron pretty much every day.
We are on the verge of selling out of Porch Party Recipes, our cookbook published in 1982. It has taken only 28 years to run through the printing. $4 each, 3 for $10.
This is the year of our big party, in which we are raising money to restore Winfield and and the Assembly’s library that lives inside it. This is also the year of the 47th Annual Cottage Tour and Bazaar. This is the year that may be the end of me.
I have had many, many discussions about many, many things, including boxed lunch options, golf cart routes, the abundance of or lack of reservations for the party, and the question of whether apple green is in the chartreuse family or not. (I still haven’t resolved that one.) I have made flyers, banners, posters, invitations, and more flyers. I’ve emailed every newspaper within 200 miles, and rejoiced when the Grundy County Herald made the Cottage Tour bigger news than New Penguin at the Chattanooga Zoo. (But smaller news than Summer Reading Program.)
The upshot of all this is that I have an invitation.
On Friday, July 23, I really, really encourage everyone within a reasonable driving or flying range of Monteagle, Tennessee, to come to the Cottage Tour and Bazaar.
The success of this event hinges totally on whether we sell enough tickets to get rid of the mauve swags that persist in hanging over the windows in the Winfield library. That is my one goal, even though I hope we raise enough to replace the bookcases, fix all the crumbly masonry, and put in a water catchment tank. But the swags. I cannot express to you how dire these swags are. They make you feel like you’re in a long-term care facility. I realize that in their day, these were cutting-edge swags. But that was 1982, when the Jackie Collins novels in the library were new, back when Robert Ludlum roamed the land. The swags gotta go.
For fifteen measly bucks, you get a tour through six supercharming, swag-free cottages, an afternoon at one of the few remaining chautauquas in the country, and shopping at a bazaar that offers everything from make-your-own tie-dye to a white elephant sale.
See you on the 23rd! And if you’re quick about it, you can score a copy of Porch Party Recipes. We’re down to the last 52 copies.
PS Thank you to all who have offered to adopt copies of Porch Party Recipes. I have to add that I am very disappointed that the current Woman’s Association warehouse and shipping facility (aka the front porch) is sadly unable to do mail order. (We seem to have trouble doing much of anything.) What I meant to suggest is that you can easily score a copy on the day of the cottage tour. Which requires a trip up I-24. Which I realize is kind of tricky for some of you. Maybe I can rig up a lulu.com edition of Porch Party Recipes? The recipe for Mexican Soup (what we call gazpacho) really needs to live on.