Okay, so who’s having an Oscar’s viewing party at their home this year? Not me.* Want to know why? Because I’m still living in a rental house with crap carpeting throughout, and our furniture is still in storage, and the rest of this sentence and life is followed up with more excuses.
I seldom entertain here because this rental we live in isn’t representative of me. The owner of the home painted the walls with the wrong type of paint, the kind where you can’t even wash hand prints off the walls with soap and water. I tried the Magic Eraser and the paint CAME OFF THE WALLS. The walls are filthy, and there’s nothing to do but paint. So, I never have people over, and people just assume we don’t like them. Or, I tell people, “Please come over, but don’t look at this rental. I’m very insecure about it.” The last thing I want is for Phil to stress over where we live, finding a new home, when he’s working so hard on his new business. I truly don’t want it to be an issue. Other than my not having people over for dinner, ever, the house suits our needs. I don’t need more space, and I’m happy. The kids are happy. We’re all good. I just wish the dreaded entryway weren’t so dreaded, and that there were places for the kids to have a sleepover with friends. There are none of these things, and they’re all very easy fixes if we move. Or if we don’t. I’m getting in my own way.
Bottom line, we’re in a great school district, and we’re happy. It takes a while to meet kindred spirits and to connect with like-minded people, and finding that is what really matters. We all know that. So where you live shouldn’t matter, but it does. You want to feel proud of your home and space; it should reflect you. This home with its cheap banister, walls and carpeting–all things I’d never change in a rental–just don’t. But it’s temporary, and it’s ego. I need to let it go. I’m working on it. I really am. In an effort to let this go, I think I will try to throw a viewing party soon, for some girls (little girls). Post to follow. And, what’s more, I’m also planning on celebrating the smaller moments in life, maybe a viewing party in pajamas for House of Cards. Boom. Done. It’s on. Only I don’t think I have enough seats in front of the TV. I’m going to borrow someone else’s house. La di dah.
In the meanwhile, I throw this challenge out to you: do you secretly want to have people over but don’t because you fear you’re not enough? Your place isn’t enough? Your relationship isn’t enough? Your cooking isn’t enough? Your coordination skills aren’t enough? Do you put too much pressure on yourself to make it big, people expect too much? You expect too much of yourself? What’s stopping you? Is it just me, or are we noticing that I’m much happier when I’m entertaining and filling my home with memories and theme nights and people and LIGHT (without going too overboard).
*Okay, so that’s a lie. Family friends may come join us, as they did last year, for a “PAJAMAS & PEARLS VIEWING PARTY.” I insist that everyone wear hideous pajamas, and pearls, because, come on, this is the Oscars, people. And, we all need something to clutch when we’re appalled by someone’s outlandish remarks.
IMAGES FROM OUR 2007 OSCAR PARTY, COMPLETE WITH SWAG GAG BAGS
IMAGES FROM MY 2010 OSCAR PARTY
(Image on door is of Golden Oscar Statue with overlaid words “VIP Access”)
It was “My” Oscar party and not “Our” Oscar party because it was all ladies, aside for our male bartender, who serviced us with cocktails all night. Lychee martinis and what have you. Every last dish on that table? Still in storage. Sigh.
IMAGES FROM OSCAR PAJAMA NIGHT 2014
Men never wear pajamas to pajama night. They make some comment about how they sleep naked and wouldn’t want to do that to you. Women and children love pajama night invites, especially the ones that say, “nothing sexy, and if they’re garish, pilled, and stained, you earn bonus points.” Or, maybe it’s just the company I keep. We like to keep things cozy when it’s -1 degrees outside.
Yes, by way of The Dollar Store, our red carpet was a $1.00 plastic tablecloth. And, we did, in fact, have the good people at Whole Foods inscribe the cake with the words, “I’d like to thank God” in honor of the bountiful speeches we’d surely hear throughout the night, where God would be thanked but nannies wouldn’t ever be mentioned. Will someone please thank her nannies? Plural. It’s okay if you have more than one. No one judges you, just your dress. And your tan.
HOW WILL YOU TURN YOUR ORDINARY INTO EXTRAORDINARY? Giveaway post to follow! When I do just this, dammit!