Even though she was in the middle of eighty-seven projects of her own, she responded "Come on over!" (Although, I may have heard slight eye rolling)
We started with an already purdy tablescape...
I started pulling goodies out of her buffet before she could say "Get the %^&$ out of my house!"
I would be remiss if I didn't mention that I happened to see some raunchy paper napkins in her drawers.
(For a lookiloo at the rest of Karen's house, click here.)
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