Sunday I'm having a birthday party for my friend Karla. When I first started at work, Karla was my trainer. We hit it off right away and soon became friends. Karla oozes fabulousness (a favorite word of hers I rarely use...more on that another day.), so no ordinary party will do. One of Karla's favorite singers is Candye Kane.

It seems in addition to being a terrific blues, swing, rockabilly singer, Candye is also a Tupperware Lady, so Candye is going to host a Tupperware party at our birthday soiree. Candye's bringing her vintage apron collection, which she makes everyone wear one. She'll show some Tupperware, give examples of unconventional uses, sing a few songs etc. This is not your mother's Tupperware party.

Candye tells me it's very kitschy and fun. I can't wait. Candye seems like one hell of a lady and is pretty damn sweet on the phone.I normally don't host parties of any kind. They are too much of a pain to organize and I get party giving anxiety (which I did suffer a bit of at first..."What if no one shows up?! What if no one buys anything?! What if Candye hates me?! What about the cake?!"...I got over it), however my friend Karla is so worth it. She is one of my best friends and is one of the sweetest, most thoughtful people I know and if anyone deserves a celebration, it is her.