So, I tried my hand at this whole blogging gig a few years ago, enjoyed it immensely, battled the perfectionistic demon, and believed the lie that unless I knocked it out of the park every single time I was failing. Fast forward a few years, I’ve since embraced the ‘shipped is better than perfect’ mindset and decided to give this platform another go ’round. Bear with me, friends. Grace and prayers are much appreciated.
This time around, in addition to thoughts I feel compelled to share with the world at large (or the three of you close friends who subscribe), I will also be including lots more visuals from what I consider to be my spiritual gift-cute paper goods and matching straws. Some people refer to it as hospitality.
Let me explain –
For some unexplainable reason, years ago I began signing my texts to close friends as party-planner-to-the-stars. Cheesy? Yes. Presumptuous? Most definitely. True? Yes (except for the part about the ‘stars’).
You know those random napkins on the endcaps at Marshall’s? I’ve planned more than just a few terrific parties off of one great package of napkins.
Or a beautiful bolt of ribbon.
Or some particularly striking wrapping paper.
And the dollar section at Target? Let’s just say it’s been the inspiration for more than a few Duffie soirees.
But, no joke, I’ve been entertaining, staging parties, hosting showers, and welcoming kith and kin for 30+ years. We average over 500 people through our front door/back gate/garage door every year. Seriously. It’s nutso and I love it.
It doesn’t take much to spark the creative possibilities swirling in my mind. It’s a gift…and a curse. Where others see clearanced paper goods, I see parties yet to be, friends yet to bless, and fun yet to be had. I can’t not entertain. It’s in my DNA, my wheelhouse, my very make-up.
But here’s the deal…my style is based on pulling together complimentary pieces, coordinated dishes, and unique and meaningful centerpieces. I know the party-in-a-bag stuff would certainly be quicker, easier, and loads cheaper, but Lord help me, I feel compelled to drive to three different Home Goods looking for a chicken wire baby buggy I once saw last year. (Sad, but true story.)
Beyond my love for The Lord, my family and friends, nothing fills me up like opening our home for parties, get-togethers, and celebrations big and small.
Monthly supper club? All over it.
A blow-out birthday celebration? Bring it on.
A nerd party when my husband passed the CPA exam years ago? Been there, definitely done that.
You name it; we’ve celebrated it.
And while I love setting a pretty table or crafting cool invitations, I most definitely get that all those things are the extras. I consider fixing a meal for friends an act of love. Celebrating a promotion, a graduation, or any other milestone is a chance to say, “We’re proud of you!” And inviting friends and family in for a hearty breakfast and lots of catching up in the middle of the holiday season is a privilege to provide.
And so today, we’re kicking off cheryllduffie2.0 with a few snapshots from our upcoming Easter celebration. We’re set to have kids and grandkids, grandmothers, a couple of aunts, a crazy uncle, and cousins. There’s sure to be lots of hugging and laughing and probably even a few embarrassing ‘remember whens.’ We’ll hunt eggs, wear bunny ears, eat too much, and will sleep really well come Sunday night.
But, before all the chaos and crazy sets in,
first and foremost, through worship and prayer,
collectively and singularly,
we’ll celebrate the hope of Christ-
the sacrifice of His death
and the glory of His resurrection for all who will follow-
because it’s the ultimate Easter celebration.
It’s the hope I cling to and the promise that guides my days. I can’t begin to imagine my life otherwise.
So, friends, take a gander. I’d love your honest comments and be particularly grateful if you feel led to subscribe and share with friends-us wannabe writers need these things for publishers and our ego.
Looking forward to connecting with you and making new friends –
The kids’ table is always more fun…
And for the grown-ups…
Til next time – c