Saturday, November 11, 2023

countdown

I can't prep Diwali food ahead of time, so I pottered around all day trying to prep everything else. I did the centerpiece, the party favors, and the porch decor. And not that anyone is going to inspect the garden, but I cleared a ton and raked all the paths and sitting area too. 

Big A spent hours trying to get the lights on our LONG driveway to work. People are going to have to park on the street and it would be so awful to walk up our driveway in the dark. Plus inauspicious for a festival of lights! 

BL (who was student, colleague, friend, sister, and is now my adopted nibling) is going to have a little station for people to paint diyas. I thought I had all the little earthenware lamps we'd need from my last trip to India...  But when I took them out today, I realized many of them have swastikas imprinted on them (not in a Nazi way, in a Hindu way--but I feel like I couldn't expose my Jewish friends to something like that anyway). I'm going to have to improvise.

I suspect I'm going to have to improvise a whole lot in the next 24 hours, actually.

Pic: Diwali centerpiece with (flameless, multicolor) tealights; the favor bags are in the background. I plan to fill in the gaps with a flower-petal rangoli. I'll do that tomorrow so they don't wilt before the party. 

7 comments:

Nicole said...

Oh, this sounds so fun!!

NGS said...

Good luck! It sounds like you're going to have an amazing party.

StephLove said...

Good point about the driveway lights during a festival of lights.

I hope the party is a smashing success.

Sarah said...

Hope it was great!!

Gillian said...

Good Luck.

Nance said...

It all looks so colourful and happy.

I'm awful about entertaining, even for family. I get completely stressed out about making everything perfect.

maya said...

Nance--I get that... I work really hard to prep, but after a point I feel like it's time to let things be and just have a good time.

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