Speaking of my friend Laura, tonight I'm hosting a dinner party to celebrate her birthday, well her belated birthday (which I missed when we had the Plague). I've been working towards this all week, because I was determined to do a full spring clean of my entire house, and have the main floor prepped for the party, by Friday evening.
This feels like a really special celebration for Laura because she herself has struggled with her health since becoming ill last July. She spent the summer in hospital and to say that we were all frightened is a real understatement. What did we hold on to during those dark months? The times we'd had together, the dinner parties and the vacations. I'd visit her or phone her and we'd talk about being able to have dinner again, or plan a holiday. Or even to get together for a glass of wine on a Wednesday, anything, normal things. When we don't have our health the real stuff of life becomes apparent, and intensely appreciated.
So I began the spring clean on the third floor and worked my way down: windows washed, surfaces dusted, ceilings poked at with my lambswool duster. I hauled the vacuum into every corner, mopped the floors with my favourite wooden floor cleaner (that smells of marzipan). I went through MrBP's storage closet and dressing room as well, picking out clothes to be mended or dry-cleaned, washing and pressing the rest. I scoured the bathrooms and emptied the pantries in the kitchen, tossing out the stale and scrubbing the interior of the cupboards with a natural orange cleaner.
It might sounds strange to say it, but this is my therapy.
By yesterday afternoon I was ready for the good bits: polishing the copper champagne bucket and setting up the bar, the dinner table and the dessert cart.
|Dessert cart in the dining room.|
Ready to go.
I set the table with my white dishes which is my go-to look for a dinner party. I used these linens from Provence from one of my favourite shops: Pariscope.
|Laura's birthday present waits for her in the foyer.|
I hope you have a really wonderful Saturday, whether you have something to celebrate or you're just doing the normal things... which can also be cause for celebration.