I hosted a candle party yesterday. In all my years, I have never hosted any retail party and never wanted to. I don't mind attending the occasional Pampered Chef get together, although I think the food can be schlocky, and I don't mind the occasional Taste of Home party or jewelry party. But I have never been even remotely interested in hosting one myself.
Last fall, a friend hosted a candle party, and I went just to see why people would go out of their way to buy candles. It was kind of fun, so I unsuspectingly sat down at the table to place an order. The next thing I know, I'm signed up to host a gathering, and there you go. Be careful where you sit.
It's not that I don't want to invite people to my house, and it's not that I don't want to make snacky things for them to munch on--I thoroughly enjoy both of those things. It's just that I can't stand sitting by the phone waiting for RSVPs. I invited 28 people, and by Saturday, I had only heard from about 10 of them. I called my good friend/neighbor and begged--"I need you to come to my party. It won't be complete without you." I knew I could say those needy and pathetic lines to her because she is as socially feeble and frightened and apprehensive as I am. We both think no one would want to come our stupid little candle parties, and we both think no one would invite us to one of theirs unless they felt pity on our sorry asses. It's sad, really, because we're lovely people.
So, close to 12 people showed up, and we sat around and smelled wax. Then we ate chocolate tart, berry trifle, and lime bars all washed down with fruited peach tea. Then I got some free stuff, and everyone went home. It was lovely, but the stress will remind me not to sign up the next time I sit down to buy a trinket.