The Spin Stops Here

The womenfolk go to the mountain for their semi-annual dinner party and hoe down, winter lights version. No holes barred commentary on life, politics, relaltionships, men, children and cooking. We are all good cooks and this meal, and the blessing, were exceptional. Two of us have children who've just gotten engaged, one is expecting her first grandchild, two of us know how to cook a crown pork roast to perfection, two can improvise a Charlotte russe, one can roast asparagus (guess who?), three of us know what a blog is, but only one knows how to comment (guess who?). It's okay, we had a lifetime's worth of commenting before, during and after dinner. Then, because it was so very bitter cold outside, I got to sleep on the sofa in a sleeping bag in front of a roaring fireplace in the living room (instead of my designated guest room which was a bit drafty in the bitter cold.). Thanks, Carol, Suzi, Jean, Cindy, Bette, Betty Kay, Kathy, and Susan for your friendship, since we were about five. We miss Pat and Anne. Love to all.

Sisters Carole and Suzi have taken this almost 100-year-old mountain home and redone it stem to stern over the past five into something that ought to be on the National Historic Register. Truly fabulous, authentic retreat which we all love to visit as often as possible.

God bless and rest ye merry gentlewomen, let nothing ye dismay.