As mentioned, a couple of posts ago, we were set to meet The Girlfriend's parents last Saturday. Before I go any further, let me just say to those who are very young and very much in love; do not plan to have the parents meet on a family laden holiday, like Thanksgiving. That is way too much pressure for everyone involved; particularly if there is an introvert in the mix.
At any rate, it was fine. They seem to be lovely people that I look forward to getting to know better over time. My very extroverted friend from two doors down was here, as were a couple other neighbors and it was fine. Oh sure, I was an anxious ball of nerves before everyone arrived but it was fine.
Am I looking forward to the Thanksgiving gathering? Well...let's just say I'm not over here ready to throw up at the prospect. So that's progress, I guess. Right?!
The funniest thing about the whole party happened the day after. The Husband was watching whatever he was watching (probably flipping back and forth between football and old cowboy shows) and I was in my office stitching away on my latest project* while listening to the Dateline podcast when the doorbell rang. I figured it was my friend from two doors down. As usual, they can never leave this house without leaving something behind, so I figured she came to get her stainless tumbler and sunglasses.
Instead it was some neighbors that we had invited to the party but they never showed. Turns out, they thought the party was on Sunday! We asked them in - shared a glass of wine and some chili that was leftover from the party. They felt terrible about the mistake but we told them it was fine (and it was) that we were just glad they showed up after all.
They are a sweet, older couple and it was nice to sit and visit with them for a bit without all the hoopla that was last Saturday.
*In the post where I mentioned we would be meeting The Girlfriend's parents, I also mentioned my latest project and how I was getting concerned that it wouldn't be a usable Christmas stocking. I am happy to report, that despite my growing anxiety at how close the stitching was getting to the edge of the fabric, I think we just might make it by the skin of the teeth.
|It was getting scary - I was afraid I'd have to scrap|
the whole thing!
Also, just so you know - those damned trees are going to be the death of me. I can't tell you how many times, I've had to rip them out and start over. Half stitches (which are the trees and the sky) are hard for me to keep the correct count for some odd reason.
But the question remains...will it be ready by Christmas? The Magic 8 Ball says, "Doubtful."