I just washed and put away the last champagne flute from our annual Mother’s Day Brunch. This is the 5th one we’ve hosted, and each time it gets a little easier to put together.
I change the theme and/or color scheme each year. I was going to do this turquoise and apple green, with pops of tangerine last year, but I got derailed by my Robin’s egg blue and brown chandelier idea. (Ooh! Shiny! Where was I…?)
Knowing well in advance what colors (or theme) I want to use in our Mother’s Day Brunch or in Thanksgiving, (which we also host) allows me to pick up items I need well ahead of time and for a lot less money. In January I spied this apple green paisley fabric on clearance. I was able to pick up several yards for pennies on the dollar and just hold onto it until May.
(Later this week, I’ll show you the super easy way to recover ratty looking outdoor furniture with fabric and a glue gun.)
That little turquoise coffee table was a roadside rescue that my sister brought me. Have I mentioned how very much I love spray paint…?
However, all the decorating and details in the world don’t matter if you don’t have good food.
We always serve a French Toast (stuffed with cream cheese, sauteed pears and rosemary) and these baked eggs in a polenta & bacon crust….
…and for the past 3 years, Handsome Hubby has made old fashioned chicken fried steak and country gravy. (I just pretend I don’t see him cook the steaks in real lard….) Sooooo good
(Obviously I’d jump back in if HH needed me, but he’s pretty on top of things.)
Our guests were to arrive around 10:30 (I love how he called it “show time” He’s so cute.) We wanted to serve brunch at 12:15. HH makes a list to keep track of what time to put the different dishes in the oven. (He’s very organized.)
Viola! The food is all ready at once and served up hot.
See the empty plate on the top tier? Yeah, that’s where the 4 pounds of strawberries were going to go. Except that I forgot to put them out. Dang it.
…but not with my boys. I don’t have a single photo of me with the boys from Sunday.
And I got a cute picture with my sister and my dad…
…but not with my mom.
Whatever. Next year I’ll do it better.