The Sign-up Sheet
Last Sunday the sign-up sheets went around in Relief Society. I happily signed up to make brownies for an upcoming fundraiser. I passed on donating to the silent auction.And then I did something a little "out there" for me. I signed up for the Decorations Committee for the Sweetheart Ball. I joked to myself that if I were on the committee, my husband would have to take me. It's been years (and I mean YEARS) since we've been to a church dance.
I grew up in the era of crepe paper streamers and cut-out construction paper hearts. Maybe some glitter, but that was about it.
The ladies here in Paradise Ward had something a little different in mind.
The Committee
Thank goodness the committee was chaired by someone with a little more experience. The sweet sister in charge had experience transforming cultural halls into romantic venues. She bought out all the sparkly tissue paper in the local Dollar Store, and brought it to my home this morning, along with a big spool of curling ribbon.
So from 10:00 a.m. to noon, two neighbor ladies and I sat around a card table and folded layers of pink, white and red tissue into fan shapes, which we will fluff in to giant pompoms and hang from a false ceiling of white lights on the day of the dance.
My Date for the Sweetheart Ball
Not only is my husband taking me to the dance next week, he's offered to transport pompoms and hang the lights.
He told me that when he saw the announcement in the church bulletin, he immediately thought, "I've got to take Sue to that dance."
Seems I didn't need to trick him into helping me with the decorations after all.
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