Happy New Year to all of our chapter members!! I wish you good health and happiness for the coming year. Well, this is my last letter as president of Artisans by the Sea. It has been a pleasure to work with you and my wonderful board members. Thank you all for my beautiful basket that was presented to me at our holiday party. I will enjoy the goodies for a while to come. Another big thank you goes to Mary-Helen, for inviting us to her home for our party. She really was a gracious hostess and a good time was had by all. (Especially Reba…she laughed so much that she needed to rest in bed for 3 days following this event).
This brings me to an interesting story…For those of you that attended the party, you know that we had a”gift”exchange. I stole a flying pig from Mary-Helen, only to have it stolen from me by Nancy J. Nancy claimed that everybody stole her items the year before, so she really didn’t feel guilty about stealing it from me. OK..fine. I chose another gift and was rewarded with a funny looking puppy with a rather phallic tail. I might have protested the loss of my flying pig after this All right, I was a bit verbal about the theft of my gift. A few days later, I heard my doorbell ring. I was getting ready for another party and by the time I came downstairs and opened the door, no one was there. Well, actually, no one human was there. Sitting in a QVC carton, wrapped in kitty blankets, were 2 flying pigs, twins!!!! There was a note attached to the blankets that stated, “Awdrey (pigs are notorious for not spelling correctly), Oink,oink. Please take care of my twins. I have too many piggy mouths to feed. Mama P. P.S. I heard you tragically lost your little piggy!! Needless to say, I stood on my front doorstep laughing my head off!! I immediately called Reba…but she answered the phone. “What a great idea”,she claimed, but it was not she. I emailed Nancy, but received a similar message. “I wish I would have thought of that, but honestly, I didn’t.” Who could the mystery Mama P. (Pig) be? I wrote a thank-you note to Mary-Helen and asked if she knew anything about the abandonment of the twins. Now she has not responded, which may be a sign of guilt? Mary- Helen, was it you? I then proceeded to accuse our new president, Julie, of leaving the piglets on my doorstep. She thought it was a riot, but no, not responsible. Maybe it was my friend, Katherine…no….where would she get a QVC box? Not Katherine.
So….as I write this final letter, I know why I enjoy this group so much. It has a little to do with the painting, but a lot to do with the personality of the group. I love the camaraderie. Everyone is so supportive of one another and shows great concern and affection for those in need. (I am not being sarcastic). I am proud to know each and every one of you and thank you for letting me into your lives. Happy New Year!!
Deb, was it you? Cassandra? Karen? Teri? Vivian?
Audrey
(You can call me the former Madam Prez).