Yeah, it's the story of my life, doing things last minute.
Last night, (the night before the night before Thanksgiving...)I realized I had no actual game plan for my tablescape for the Thanksgiving dinner with my family that I am hosting this year.
Wanna know how that happened?
I have been in Traceyville, that's how.
You see, we had a record breaking dry and hot spring and summer here in the Pacific Northwest, and from the minute I announced I would be hosting Thanksgiving for the family, (Way back in August, I believe.) I started envisioning a perfect rustic harvest themed table, with little white pumpkins and candles in old canning jars lined up down the middle,flanked by bistro chairs with fleece throws draped casually over their backs, outdoors, on my freshly painted, firewood-stacked-and-lined covered patio.
I pictured two matching outdoor heaters on either end of the patio,(I know! Nice, am I right?) and perhaps a firepit that I just bought on an early Black Friday deal off to the side, adding the wonderful smell of cedar to the holiday air. (And for the grands to make s'mores after dinner. They love doing that!)
(Have you gotten the entire visual here?)
Mmmm hmmm.
Well.
We had a cold snap that started a couple weeks ago, and I buried my head in Traceyville, where it is always warm enough to dine outside with six little men under the age of seven. I glanced at my iphone weather last weekend, and remained ever hopeful that the weather would somehow cooperate with my vision for this Norman-Rockwell-meets-Country-Living-Magazine event in my mind.
It would seem that this is not to be.
Last night I had to take the fast train from Traceyville to Vancouver, where we are expecting a high of 42 (if we are lucky.) and face the cold (no pun intended) hard facts that I had never bothered to come up with a "Plan B" for Thanksgiving twenty-fifteen.
I then spent several hours a fair amount of time perusing Pinterest for ideas. (After all, my own Autumn Entertaining board was of no use, as it is full of every outdoor harvest tablescape ever photographed, and not much else.) Finally I remembered what I already knew; that it is who is in the chairs that matters, and not what is on the table.
I felt a wave of peace wash over me when I remembered this, and I have no doubt that tonight after work I will set the table and something will come to me to foofy it up, and in the end, it will all work out just fine.
Finding a pan to hold that twenty one pound turkey is gonna be another story.
