Welcome to the online recap of our blog (birthday) party last Saturday! Before I saw these finished pictures, I was going to tell you they’d be the next best thing to being at the party, but now that I’ve seen them (and they are SO AMAZING), I’m thinking being at the party might be the next best thing to seeing the photos. Good thing I got to have both. They are all used by permission from my insanely talented friend Rebecca Brogan, whom you’ve heard mentioned here many times over the last year as Becky and who has been the most loyal, genuine supporter of this crazy blog thing from the beginning.
I almost feel like I should just send you over to her Flickr album right now because what can I possibly add? (Actually, let’s be honest: go ahead and look over there now. I’ll wait.)
For the few of you who remembered to come back here and, for some kind reason, still want more details about this party, consider this the Internet version of my putting my arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. We’re all friends here, so I’m going to be an open book about the whole thing—if I leave anything out, ask away in the comments!
Take me to the country, where farms and fields hug the highways and roadside stands sell 14 EARS OF SWEET CORN for $4 total, and I am powerless to resist it all.
It won’t matter that I have no idea what to do with the corn, for example. It won’t matter that I am one person and 14 ears of corn are, well, an awfully large amount of corn for one person. I will take them, hug them in a green plastic bag, set them in the back seat while we go antiquing in a sleepy town named Sandwich and to a little diner that sells chicken fries and mini hamburgers. And I’ll keep telling you things like, This is fresh sweet corn! The kind where I can look at the field it grew in! Straight from the farm! And you’ll know I am a happy girl.
Saturday night, we celebrated this blog’s first year with The Big Party—the same one I announced in June, back when summer was just beginning and we were looking ahead to months of longer daylight and warmer temperatures, and August seemed a very long time away, like July 4 or going-back-to-school or the Labor Day picnics we’ll have in a few weeks. I felt then (still do, if I’m honest) a little silly about the whole thing—a blog party?—and yet, now here I am, on the other side of things, having met a few of you I hadn’t known before, a few of you I’d reconnected with through blogging and many of you who are the kind of friends I know will be there through anything, including if I said tomorrow I’m Going to Do This All Again Next Weekend and Will You Help Me, because, well, you’re amazing and sacrificial and thank you, so, so much, I don’t deserve a bit of it.
I can hardly believe all that’s left now is the fun work of recapping this last birthday week, but here it begins: