Ever get nervous about entertaining “the Unknowns”?
Dear Readers:
I thoroughly enjoy welcoming people into my home. If you are ever in the Oklahoma area, look me up. I will put a pot of coffee on, grab some chocolate zucchini muffins out of the freezer and set my Pandora to Ella Fitzgerald.
The house may not be perfectly clean, I may not have the fanciest furniture and my cats may leave a few white hairs on your clothing. But, if you are up for those few inconveniences, I am up to stuffing you full of food and then sending you merrily on your way.
However, I know my shortcomings. I am a work in progress and there are those rare occasions when I wonder if my “hostessing is the most-essing”. It’s silly, I know. But when guests are “the Unknowns” to me and also co-workers of Biceps, my crazy meter skyrockets.
“Men are simple”, I tell myself. “Throw some meat on a paper plate, place a beer in the other hand, and they will think you rule as a hostess.”
Although, I don’t think men use the term hostess.
I tell myself the above theory over and over, and yet I’ll spend 10 hours cleaning, 5 hours cooking, 3 hours grocery shopping and at least 2 hours getting ready…
And then they’ll eat everything in 10 minutes and not care if the toilet is clean, as long as there is one-or at least a tree they can stand behind.
So, dear readers-does anyone else get nervous about entertaining “the Unknowns” or is it just my weird paranoia of not measuring up to what I think people think of me?
(Which is ridiculous and not at all a Godly thing to do, but yet, here I am doing it…I am definitely a work in progress.)
Thanks for your kind words and stopping by my blog! I’ll come share a muffin with you if I’m ever in your neck of the woods!
Boy – can I ever relate – I prefer a huge bunch of people who can sort of entertain one another while I provide good food and drink. I stumble at small talk, would rather debate issues than talk trivia! After I ask everything I can think of to get the other person talking, I sort of freeze and there are long silent spots.
How do you “undull” people and get them talking?
I am naturally a question asker-it drove my family nuts. “Why is the sky blue? Why do birds sing? Why can God hear my prayer and everyone else’s at the same time?”….
So, I just ask questions because what does everyone love to talk about?-THEMSELVES! It usually works out and makes them feel important. At least I hope it does…I’ll have to ask them!
You are the best hostess I know and love!! Yummy food and lovely cats and great conversation not to say a spotless and comfy house.
I have hosted many many folks over the years. If there’s one thing I’ve learned…it’s not the clean house or even the tasty food that matters as much as the warmth and comfortable-ness they feel when you make them feel welcome & special. I have NO doubt you have that knack…be confident and don’t sweat the small stuff. I would sooo enjoy stopping by for some coffee and one of those tasty muffins in your home. Maybe one day???? Til then…just remember practice makes perfect. Keep on keeping on.
Marsha-
You are welcome here anytime! If you are ever in the Tulsa area-please look me up. I will stuff you full of muffins and coffee. I would love to meet you in person at some point! I think you are a long lost relative of mine somehow…
Everything went great on Monday when I had to entertain “The Unknowns”. I have no idea why I worry about stuff like that. Like I said in my post-guys don’t care about the hostessing aspect-throw some meat on a paper plate and they’re happy! They were fat and happy by the time they left. My job there was done!
P.S. – I adore all the ‘old timey’ photos in this post too. VERY nice!
Thanks! I love vintage photos. I seriously think I was born in the wrong era sometimes…