As one door opens another closes in Ibiza, and so tonight the white-tartes celebrated the opening of the winter dining table which also marked the closing of the summerdining table.
Our Hunky-Male-Friend-Not-Boyfriend ever so kindly carried it over the threshold and into the house. ...Wouldn't want to break a freshly manicured nail now would we?
As we're too good to eat, the starter was a juicy round of "can you believe what she was wearing..." ..followed by a delectable discussion of Dishy DJs sweetly topped off with dessert served from the customary table (tee hee).
It was the perfect chance for the White-ettes to look back on all we've done this summer (yay, go team!) and think about all the fun that's still to be had. After all, we still have a White Christmas to look forward to. And since I've been a Very Good Girl this summer I'm hoping Santa will bring me a whole closetful of Sass & Bide and throw in the perfect arm candy to go with it -- Luciano (just kidding! He's happily married, of course).
