Exciting tid-bits are being wrapped up in our neck of the woods, as an official party announcement will be here in mere moments (a couple of days). So much to do, so much going on, so many squeal worthy happenings to share.
However, the grandest news is that YOU GUESSED!
Yes, the Mad Tea Party is about a month away.
I can't wait, can't wait I say.
Treats and sparkles and wonderland, who can resist?
It beckons me, it beckons you!
Every year, about a month before the party, all manner of characters show up. There must have been a memo posted in a mushroom meadow or something, because oodles of gnomes are turning up. And even better, they are building wee chalets, with plans to stay!
They said they will protect me too, so that's good news!
Secretly, I can't resist, I must reveal that the white rabbit has come to visit me...
And just yesterday, Alice saw me frantic trying to save my computer from a virus disaster, and turned up with cupped delights. Of course, she asked me not to utter a word...
Okay okay, I know what you are wondering.
What of the Mad Hatter?
Well.
Um.
Ahem.
Yes, he too.
He has so much to tell you in days, less than a few.
Let's just say, we danced under the full moon, ducked in bushes from passersby, ran around the street, in full costume. Yes yes.
But wait.
I must save some for later.
What about your secrets?
Are your Mad Tea Party gears churning and turning?
So much to do, so much to do!
The flamingos are eager as eager can be, for proper croquet in the garden...
They are borderline threatening, with their partyness excitement overload...
Things can get kooky with 6 flamingos living in our garden areas ;)
Oh oh, and I almost forgot.
Gus, the hugeish gnome, got lost between here and Michigan, twice.
But finally, he is here, just in time.
He is the party bouncer, butler and valet, for those of you arriving on tricycles and in pumpkin carriages. And, when he is not doing those things, he runs the karaoke machine and makes fluffy paper flowers.
I don't know how to tell that mad hatter that I am in love with Gus.
Gus.
Be still me heart.
Oh Gus.
Gnome of me wee hearrt (roll your r's there).
I think he won me over with his total belief that he is Gnomey Bennett.
I mean Tony.
So, I must skedaddle and finish up the last bits and bobs of planning, so that I can properly invite you, for the maddest most wonderlandest tea we can conjure up.
Oh my, oh me!
Love, V
ps: The first tall sunflower of the season has bloomed, and guess what? It is a conjoined twin!
Two flower heads, on one stalk.
