Scene of the Crime...err...PARTY


As writers, we often live our lives in the caves of our offices. So when given the chance to get together for a summer picnic, we tend to seize the opportunity with great relish.

And sometimes pickle relish, too.

A group of our local Sisters in Crime gathered together yesterday at the beautiful home of my conference and retreat “roomy” (and fellow Working Stiff), Brenda Roger, for some good conversation, good fun, and GREAT food.


In all honesty, Brenda could teach Martha Stewart a thing or two about throwing a shindig for a bunch of mystery writers. She even MADE her own crime scene tape. I’m sure her neighbors are talking big time and wondering who got snuffed. From the chalk outline on the front sidewalk,


to the severed fingers in the cupcakes,

to the antique mystery board games on display, the setting was perfect.

As for the food…

I’ve made no secret of being on something of a “diet” lately. Well, I went completely off the farm with my eating at this bash. I have no problem saying “no” to junk food. But gourmet junk food is another matter entirely. Who can turn down a chocolate cupcake with a finger sticking out of it? Not me. I mean, that would be rude.

Besides, what good is losing a few pounds if you can’t put them back on eating fabulous stuff like this? I have no regrets.


Here are a few more photos of the event:










And, by the way, when I said I wasn’t going to be blogging at Working Stiffs for a few weeks, I spoke too soon. I have a post up over there today. Click here to check it out.

And photo credits for the two that include me and for the one of Martha and Brenda in front of the house, by the chalk outline goes to Susan Helene Gottfried of West of Mars.

Comments

Susan Helene Gottfried said…
Awesome recap, Annette!
7/15/08, 8:04 AM
Annette said…
Thanks, Susan! It was great spending some time with you and the sibs. And thanks for the pictures!
7/15/08, 8:17 AM
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