Best Interior Designer: Hospitable Knowledge
Imagine with me, my Dear Harvester of Hospitable Knowledge, the sensation a guest in your humble manner encounters when seated at your dining table. First, let us not forget the honor that such seating and the preceding invitation carries. To be a guest in a home is a weighty matter and carries with it rights and responsibilities.
Despite volumes written on the subject, many can’t fathom, and most likely never will, the subtle nuances attached to their role as a guest. Suffice it to say that you have bestowed on this mere mortal the high honor of suffering through your blossoming efforts at hospitality.
They have navigated the minefield of a cocktail hour, managed to neither offend nor be offended by the random cast and crew you have gathered for this high and holy event. And now, Oh High Priest (or Priestess) of this temple Baucus (sp?) is the moment, which all moments anticipate.
Now is the time when all masterful maneuvering must pay tribute to the impending sacrifice. Now is the time when said guest is delivered to the High Alter of Entertaining; The Dining Table.
Set with ceremonial precision by temple Virgins, the table itself is a feast for the senses. But this feast may as well be Jenny Craig’s if the table is set up in a manner that does not encourage conversation. Death and doldrums are in store for any dinner event when you can’t make eye contact, let alone civil conversation, with the other guests at the table.
Think round table Dear Kittens. Do the math my geometrically challenged hosts and hostesses. Even I know that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. Lines dashing across a round dining table scream connection, communication, festivities and memorable moments at this, your high alter of hospitality. Priceless!
