Confession. I am one of those people. As in the type who throws their own birthday party. I didn't last year. A dear and gracious friend beat me to the punch. But, typically, I do and this year I did. When I decide to host a party, I know I am all in, which is why I wait until the last possible minute to send the invitation. I am guaranteeing myself days of prep and weeks of conversation about the right drink, music, food. After years of this though, I found I have it pretty well fine-tuned. But there is always the idea that I need to better my last party. So that brings us to this year. My actual birthday is March 6 but my party was March 21, which I only mention as it marked the Spring Solstice and the weather gloriously marked the occasion. Little did I know this would be the case when the day prior at about 11am It occurred to me that a tipi would be the real star of the event. Not a totally original idea as I went to an anniversary party on Vashon island last summer and there sat (on acreage rather than our - very urban - postage stamp lawn) a pair of tipi. I figured they must be rented so I googled and found The Tipi Guy who turns out to be Gary who is nothing short of amazing. (His number for rentals is 206-491-7969) He accepted a request to set up a tipi with less than 24 hours notice quite happily. He - who is Native American - also assured me that hanging out in a tipi was simply an experienced not to be missed and not to think too hard about the political correctness of it all. All hogwash. With Gary's blessing to pitch and party, the night moved forward. Below are images before I opened the tipi to my girls-only guest list. And after we inhabited this gem of a lawn ornament.
A post-script note: The tipi stayed up all weekend and my family and I hung out in it during torrential rains. With a closed top, not a drop fell inside. Pure magic. xXx