~~~What the heck do I do with this?~~~
For all who care and especially for those planning to attend, I served on the pink napkin-folding committee at last night's set-up for today's Women of Wisdom luncheon.
Now that might not sound like much, but it's a big deal to me AND I'm sure it would be astounding for my 4-H sewing instructor, Eleanor Delamarter to learn.
It would be even more mind-shattering for this ever-patient lady who supervised my six-month long 4-H cotton slip-building project back in 1959, to know that, unlike others who were folding a different color of linen, mine did NOT have to be refolded.
That is truly a first in the life of this bungling country hick.
I thought I was gonna get off easy with assignments like carrying in the mounting block (loaned by Co-Op Country Store) for the stage and carrying it back to the car when it was determined by our lovely lady in charge that we didn't need it after all.
But then, we did.
So, back to the car I went to lug in the big blue set of Rubbermaid steps. Second time Suzanne Huguenin helped me. She also took the photos on today's posting. She did a good job, of course, cuz she had a good photo instructor!
Anyway, besides the beast of burdensome things, I also threw out a few white linen tablecloths. I liked that job because it reminded me of the old "I Search for Adventure" documentaries when they'd visit Lapland and there would be the throwing of the Laplanders into the air from a blanket.
Somehow the tablecloth routine reminded me of those images, even though there was nothing to fling into the air except the cloth itself.
I was also trusted with silverware, and during my rounds with the knives I caught someone who had not taken Lucille Hudon's 4-H cooking classes where we learned the basic "blade in" rule. I think that was the same person who folded the napkins wrong.
After the silverware segment, where said bad napkin folder carried around a couple of crusted knives, which didn't exactly follow the spotlessly clean test, in her back pocket, our WHW head honcho Kathy Chambers came up to me and said, "Marianne, I have another job for you. You're going to fold these napkins, and I'll show you how."
Well, I grunted under my breath, to say the least. The dread of being "outed" as a bona fide klutz in front of the other more uptown sophisticates nearly put me into "flight" mode. But there were lots of obstacles between me and the doors, so I pretended to act thrilled that Kathy had that much trust in my ability to fold a proper napkin.
My fellow committee members, Suzanne and Darcy Chambers, tempered my fears by laughing a lot---with me and not at me.
Amazingly, after Kathy's quick lesson, I actually surprised myself and caught on. Suzanne kept up a running monologue while folding her pile, and she was so proud that her old photography teacher was actually succeeding at a new skill that she grabbed the camera and began snapping photos.
So, dear, dear Eleanor Delamarter, these photos go out to you. Be proud that finally at almost 62 years old, Marianne, the perennial klutz actually mastered something cultured significance.
So, for all luncheon goers today, please appreciate the pink napkins---and the rest of the program, of course.
And, to Bryant Jones, the photos I snapped of your mom while she was talking to you on the cell phone (should I tell you that she can't fold a proper napkin?) and of your classmate Ashley Howell (who had no part in the proceedings except to eat her dinner at the Tango Deli). Those photos needed a flash and so they were a bit on the blurry side.
Next time, Bryant. For now, think of pretty napkins!
Happy Saturday to all.
That is truly a first in the life of this bungling country hick.
I thought I was gonna get off easy with assignments like carrying in the mounting block (loaned by Co-Op Country Store) for the stage and carrying it back to the car when it was determined by our lovely lady in charge that we didn't need it after all.
But then, we did.
So, back to the car I went to lug in the big blue set of Rubbermaid steps. Second time Suzanne Huguenin helped me. She also took the photos on today's posting. She did a good job, of course, cuz she had a good photo instructor!
Anyway, besides the beast of burdensome things, I also threw out a few white linen tablecloths. I liked that job because it reminded me of the old "I Search for Adventure" documentaries when they'd visit Lapland and there would be the throwing of the Laplanders into the air from a blanket.
Somehow the tablecloth routine reminded me of those images, even though there was nothing to fling into the air except the cloth itself.
I was also trusted with silverware, and during my rounds with the knives I caught someone who had not taken Lucille Hudon's 4-H cooking classes where we learned the basic "blade in" rule. I think that was the same person who folded the napkins wrong.
After the silverware segment, where said bad napkin folder carried around a couple of crusted knives, which didn't exactly follow the spotlessly clean test, in her back pocket, our WHW head honcho Kathy Chambers came up to me and said, "Marianne, I have another job for you. You're going to fold these napkins, and I'll show you how."
Well, I grunted under my breath, to say the least. The dread of being "outed" as a bona fide klutz in front of the other more uptown sophisticates nearly put me into "flight" mode. But there were lots of obstacles between me and the doors, so I pretended to act thrilled that Kathy had that much trust in my ability to fold a proper napkin.
My fellow committee members, Suzanne and Darcy Chambers, tempered my fears by laughing a lot---with me and not at me.
Amazingly, after Kathy's quick lesson, I actually surprised myself and caught on. Suzanne kept up a running monologue while folding her pile, and she was so proud that her old photography teacher was actually succeeding at a new skill that she grabbed the camera and began snapping photos.
So, dear, dear Eleanor Delamarter, these photos go out to you. Be proud that finally at almost 62 years old, Marianne, the perennial klutz actually mastered something cultured significance.
So, for all luncheon goers today, please appreciate the pink napkins---and the rest of the program, of course.
And, to Bryant Jones, the photos I snapped of your mom while she was talking to you on the cell phone (should I tell you that she can't fold a proper napkin?) and of your classmate Ashley Howell (who had no part in the proceedings except to eat her dinner at the Tango Deli). Those photos needed a flash and so they were a bit on the blurry side.
Next time, Bryant. For now, think of pretty napkins!
Happy Saturday to all.
1 comment:
best darn folded pink napkin i ever unfolded.
rmt
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