Last night I attended a jewelry party, hosted by my friend Jeannine in her home. Not ever having attended one before, I didn’t know quite what to expect.
Was I walking into something like a Tupperware® party, where the guests play games, answer silly questions, and win clever prizes? I once won a gadget that peels an orange, and I’ve bought more than my share of plastic containers that you burp to seal.
Or was it like the cookware party I went to, the brand name of which escapes me. I remember the host and hostess invited me to dine at their home, a full course meal that the cookware representative prepared in her pots. Of course, watching the preparation of a meal and then waiting to eat it meant I was there a long time.
The food was good, but I knew what was coming. I was going to be hit up to purchase this particular brand of cookware or, worse yet, have a party myself. My pocketbook thought the cookware was expensive, and the thought of hosting a party and enduring the same meal again didn’t appeal to my appetite. That was the only time I’ve attended a home party and not succumbed to purchasing anything. I will say I crossed the party-givers off my list too.
Then there are lingerie parties, cosmetic parties, tarot parties, and jewelry parties. Now, on a scale of one to ten, I’d rank Jeannine’s party up there. There was a gentle sales pitch encouraging guests to purchase two items because the third one was half off. There was also the standard request to book a party, but there were no games, no prolonged confinement, and plenty of great shrimp cocktail. The jewelry was interesting too. I succumbed to purchasing four pieces, and you’ll be seeing me wear my snowman pin for the coming weeks.
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