Decorating for a Reception

Recently, my son asked my husband if he could help out with some smoked meat for a reception coming up. We both agreed it would be a good thing to help since he and his wife were putting it together with little help.

Terry bought the wood chips and both of us bought plenty of chicken and we took his smoker, propane and ice box and headed to the valley.  Terry is from Texas and his expert smoked meat and beans and bacon were just a few of the potluck dishes to be presented.

We reserved an inexpensive room not far from him and set out to help on a Friday. My son took me to the Home Depot where I surveyed the flowers and figured the color scheme out with the bride's colors. Then back to his place to start planting pots and decorating the stage that he and a house guest put together. 

The pots were of various sizes and colors so with another bolt of fabric, my daughter-in-law and I glue gunned the fabric onto the pots. The fabric looked like brocade with leaves and roses, very pretty. It took all of 12 hours to do the planting and setting up other pots all over the yard, putting table cloths down, runners, and  battery powered candles.  The wedding and reception went well even with the fire works. I'm sure the neighbors put up with the noise of two bands.    
 
     



       
 

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