Last weekend I was rallied into helping host a block party with the two neighborhood moms on either side of me. I was to set up an area to craft spirit dolls in my place and the other food and games would be in the common yard area. I decided to step up the complications though, with my husband out of town for work I also took the time to paint my daughter’s room a pink I’ve been promising her for ages, the living room in Sea Glass Green and Juniper Breeze, and the bathroom in Stormy Cove Blue. I impressed myself, managing to have the feat pulled off in three days and still be stockpiled on supplies for the party. Someone who might have known me eleven or so years ago might be suprised I made it a week as the representing adult without locking my keys in my car, or house all while managing to get the tiny human where she needed to go. It feels like progress.
The party went off without a foul, a few of my own friends showed uo and we arranged a fancy assemblage of bat, owl, cat, and canine creatures using old jewelry, skulls, and donated fabric held up with wire. Outside I set up a Halloween themed bean bag toss. And the other moms set up various scavenger hunt, eye finds and other prize winning activities. The kids ran around til dark while the neighbors , friends,, and myself mingled as I made the rounds from spot to spot. That feels like success. Next party will be hosted at my girlfriends house, she has a little bit more elbow room for activities but for now it felt great to present something put together for myself.