Friday, June 8, 2012

HVG Picnic

Last Sunday the Hometown Victory Girls hosted a vintage picnic in the park.  My husband, Hank, loaded up our grill on the back of his 1950 Chevy, and we were off.  The weather was perfect!  Meeting everyone at the park, the children said their distracted hello's before we set them loose on the playground.  Tables were pulled together in the shade, and the girls popped the wine bottle.  If there's a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon, I'd like to hear it!

Your hostesses ~ BoPeep, Peachie & Wild Kat

We unfurled the tablecloth (repro cherry print from MODA) and oohed when Peachie unveiled her layer cake.  Made-from-scratch yellow cake with buttercream frosting, orange rosettes on top with basketweave around the sides.  Who does this for a picnic?!  To find out a little more about the three of us, check out the 'Members' tab at the top.

You'll find a few more photos on our facebook page.
I am disappointed that I didn't get a photo of all the picnic baskets!  I stock mine with plasticware, handi-wipes and a little cooler bag (you know the ones that come in diaper bags for holding your baby bottles?  they're perfect for string cheese and beef jerky).  Then it's ready to go for car shows and impromptu fishing excursions with Dad.  Well, Wild Kat and I brought the standard issue baskets (I have two more of these packed with fabric in my sewing room) while Peachie and the others had the ever-fashionable hamper style, stocked with dinnerware that was held in place with little leather straps and buckles.  So classy.

The guys got the grill going right away, serving up hamburgers, brats and lamb chops.  A few snickering jokes were made about 'having enough meat to go around,' but in fact, they were slightly outnumbered.

Stopping just long enough to eat, the kids parked on a blanket for a while.

Between all the eating, we talked about the upcoming must-attend car shows (Hunnert Car HeadsUp and the Meltdown Drags).  Discussed how to wear seemingly too large flowers in your hair.  And handed out Band-aids to the children. 

We filled our plates, changed places at the table, and filled our plates again.

There were a few more snickering jokes made, but not necessarily about meat.  Seems someone was having a good time creating nicknames...

The kids were worn out by the end of the day.  One had been buried in sand, the other went through three Band-aids, and yet another had a bloody nose (only discovered by Mom as he swooped down on the table looking for more cookies).  

All said and done, it was a good day.  I'm feeling like this could be the start to a beautiful tradition!


  1. That sounds like a lot of fun! You three look so cute. Blessings from Ringle, WI.

  2. Looks like a good time was had by one and all!