Violet recently turned 1 year. While I am still coping with this fact, she decided it was time to host her first luncheon.
A Violet lunch.
First let me thrill you with the table. Violets, lots and lots of violets. (Feel free to count how many times you read the word "violet" in this post.)
A Violet lunch.
First let me thrill you with the table. Violets, lots and lots of violets. (Feel free to count how many times you read the word "violet" in this post.)
The place setting. Notice the violet on the paper place card? I made that. Really I did. You'll hear all about it on a later day.
It's too bad you can't smell these photos because the scent was a romantic spring day.
Violet inspects the silver.
The Guests.
Meet Lady K.
Starling played peek-a-boo.
Chance tried to start up a conversation..
..but Abbey would not yield to his advances.
Sawyer was the joker of the bunch. "Hey ladies! Anyone dare me to fling this spoon?...Yeah."
Violet stayed calm and hosted on.
The Food
Violet loves croissants and chicken salad, so that was a must. The green salad of pears, cashews, Irish cheese and blackberries with a lemon vinaigrette was not her idea. She would have chosen a medley of bark chips, lego heads, stale bread, and refrigerator dust bunnies with a dressing of stagnant rain water.
Cucumber and cream cheese sandwiches. {Don't you love the silver platter from my Grandma and the linen tablecloth from my Mother?}
For dessert the babies enjoyed a slightly sweet vanilla custard and shortbread violet cookies.
The coconut cream on shortbread was the adult version.
The after party. Warning: these next photos are ridiculous.
When you are a baby, it is considered a compliment to take off your shoes and pants after a good meal.
Feeling mischievous, Violet and Sawyer broke into a basket of wigs. No one was safe.
Starling kind of liked it. "You know, I think I'm having more fun."
Abbey found it undignified.
(Doesn't she kind of look like a cranky older lady who sits on her porch, in a recliner, and scolds children? Get on now!)
Eventually she was won over. And a new little Asian friend dropped in!
A veritable United Nations!
Dough!
Like I said, no one was safe. A taste of his own medicine.
Hair pieces are nothing out of the ordinary for Violet. She had a lovely day.



































































