And dance, we shall, at our January celebration.
I met with our event planner today. M and I decided on our invitations. We talked about the music, again. We talked about the second tasting we’re doing. I dropped in at a friend’s cupcake shop to leave a message. We talked about the bar.
And we made the big decision to suggest cocktail attire. I’ve been ’round and ’round on this. The California girl in me wants to put on a pair of white capris, some cute flats and let loose.
But it is, after all, a celebration and probably the only really big party we’ll ever have.
But dancing shoes are still gonna be a good idea.
Yikes! Time is flying.