I recall reading THE AGE OF INNOCENCE by Edith Wharton and being fascinated by the constant dinner parties to which those with money were invited. Since the1870’s, The Season is still practiced by young fashionables, the monied and those of us who are graced with the luxury of gathering with family and friends.
Last night as I prepared to hostess a party, it dawned on me how very much holiday parties of the 21st Century are similar to those attended during the season in the past.
Invitations are sent in early November for gatherings scheduled in December and January. While during the season in the past, the gatherings would go on every night of the week for week after week…
and the food remains plentiful and elegant and rich….
Sometimes Less is More
Of course, dessert continues to tempt us.
Social Climbing may not hold the élan and panache as it did in the 1870’s, one wouldn’t fancy being left out.
In our Season of Mirth, we dress up,
but not quite so elegantly.
And, while there is no ballroom nor dance card to fill
there is conviviality, conversation and comraderie
I cannot help thinking that if this tortured couple or any other
played Hide A Heart with each other,
it could relieve so much exasperation, frustration and still keep mum during the Season of Mirth, for it is a heart for all seasons.