First a Big Thank You to Vanessa for hosting this Mad Party! What a remarkable artistic kindred spirit she is. To see all the other Mad participants you can visit A Fanciful Twist.
The day began with the tinkling of china tea cups being taken off their dusty shelves.
And a flurry of last minute sugary sprinkling.
Topsy Turvey Yum Yums, although clumsily decorated, eagerly awaited the party guests.
The table was set but where were the tea party feasters???
No where to be found.
This wouldn’t do. The Mad Tea Party needed some guest or it’s hostess would dissolve into a puddle of tears. She had just spent the entire day in the kitchen preparing her delicious treats.
When who should come to her rescue?
I know your thinking the Mad Hatter (Mr.. Lovee Himself)?
Not exactly. But she was graced with the arrival of the Mad Madder Himself. Who arrived in the Nick of Time although Late. He’s always Late! Which drives the Hostess Mad.
And why was he Late? Because he picked up a bunch of character’s from the Mad House. (Whose images are slightly blurred to protect their mental identity.) But Come On – Gilligan?, Barbossa?, and Mrs.. Clause (although I can see how she’d go mad working with and feeding thousands of elves all day).
‘Oh well, how bad can it get?’ thought the hostess. At least the Queen of Hearts didn’t show up and demand her head.
Even the guests were suspicious of each other.
So despite her misgivings she proceeded to serve the hungry inmates loonies.
And it seemed for the first few minutes things would go splendidly, the party was a success and the hostess poured the drink and relaxed.
Then it happened. Someone complained.
That did it. After slaving all day in the kitchen, arranging flowers, greeting crazy mad guests – the Hostess Lost it. And sadly the first person to feel her reaction was the Mad Madder himself. He took a direct hit of Banana Cream Pie to the noggin. And he came up smiling – Official proof of his Madness!
The madness began to spread and soon it was apparent that everyone present was insanely mad. Except one neighbor girl who sanely ran quickly home to report the madness and probably vowed to never accept another invitation to the Mad Hostess’s parties.
As for the Mad Hostess – she got nailed as well. Serves her right – the Mad Lady!
Other than the neighbor girl there was only one causality. Poor little Hope who consistently covers herself with dirt, marker and food on a daily basis couldn’t handle the fact that mom the Mad Hostess actually dumped noodles on her head. Apparently the only mess that is acceptable to her is the one she creates herself. Who’d have known? The Mad Hostess is now saving her pennies for Hope’s future therapy sessions.
Other than Hope the rest of the party’s attendee’s surprisingly claimed the Mad Tea Party a roaring success! The highlight of their evening, if not day (week would probably be pushing it)! And the real reason it was a success is probably because they didn’t stick around to clean up the mess.
Thank heavens for pressure washers.
Ahhhhh, it might take a while for the Mad Hostess to clean all this up.
Oh and thanks for joining us for our Mad Adventure in Wonder(what they were thinking) land.
Toodles,
The Mad Hostess – AKA Fawndear
