Excuses

Over at my Etsy shop, I've been posting lots and lots of cake plates/appetizer trays/serving pieces that I've created because I *LOVE* parties and entertaining and I think everyone else should, too.  And while I would love to throw two or three parties a week like I was a 60s literary icon, I just can't seem to get it together enough for long enough to have that work out.

Yet.

Instead, I throw what I like to call "Partlettes."  I create a whole theme in my mind, a whole story to go with this little party if it were a BIG party and I use it to make stories so I can take photos of these serving pieces in a little more exciting manner.

All partlettes so far have taken place on the patio, with my hibiscus trees in view.

They have also mostly been in the 60s/70s.

And they have all really been excuses to bake a bunch of desserts I don't normally bake and then take cute pictures of Lilah helping herself to the spoils of my labor.

Behold:  Beensie Banana Puddings

If at first you do not succeed eating the cookie with a fork...

...use your fingers.

Excuses, excuses, excuses.

I could think of worse things I could be making excuses for.

:-)