Over spring break, we had a play date with some friends at Gracie and Audrey’s house. The kids had a ball, and even the lone boy of the group, poor lonely Blake, had fun too.
Poor Blake….he’s often the lone rooster at a hen party. Someday, perhaps he won’t mind being surrounded by all these cuties….
Gracie and Audrey’s mom, Kristie, is quite the Martha Stewart type. She laid out a feast….both for the kids, including homemade easter cut-out cookies, and for the moms, homemade chicken salad and MORE, all artfully arranged on cute little Southern Living style tiered trays.
Chick food extraordinaire.
I love going to Kristie’s house. She can COOK, by gosh, and any woman who can cook like she does earns a prominent place in my heart. She’s the ultimate hostess, and you never leave her house hungry, that’s for sure!
Or empty-handed. She has this compulsive need to fill up your car with SOMETHING when you leave her house.
Usually some dish full of something homemade from Paula Deen’s recipe collection, or homemade bread. And along with the FOOD gift, you get something else too….I’ve been the recipient of a microwave, a griddle, Halloween ribbon, Dora the Explorer shoes, the list goes on and on.
I love Kristie.
Even if I have to start buying jeans in size ‘W,’ I’ll love Kristie.
Even if my house starts to look like Sanford and Son, I’ll love Kristie.
Because it will be entirely her fault, you see…
And her KIDS have a wonderland of toys…..every possible toy you can imagine, a collection of dress-up clothes to die for, plus a cool playhouse in the backyard built by Martha herself. Well, Martha and her assistant, Tray…. but we all know who did all the work.
I told you. She’s Martha.
There’s one in every group.
She’s destined for super-stardom, that one.
When her face is all over the big screen and her every move is tabloid fodder, we’ll be able to say we knew her when.
As the kids finished lunch and drifed to Gracie’s room to play with her massive toy collection, one solitary little itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-yellow-polka-dot-bikini-costumed figure drifted to the piano like a moth to a flame.
Thinking, of course, no one was watching.
Thankfully Kristie was quick on her feet with the video camera.
That’s Kristie’s voice at the end, with the Texas Twang.
I just didn’t want you to think that was my voice, there at the end, because I don’t have a Texas Twang. Nope. Not at all. No accent here, y’all…..
I love how she starts to clap for herself.
True performers know their own gifts.
Looks like we have two potential celebrities in our midst…