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Dear Reader,

Confession time—I’m one of those women who keep home decorating and craft magazines in business. In 1995, as I made plans for that year’s Christmas, I decided all our windows would have a wreath made from roses from my garden. And the big front-door wreath would be created from pinecones I’d not only gild myself, but would drive three hours to the mountains and personally gather.

A week before two parties (a dinner party Friday and a cocktail party for fifty of my husband’s business associates the next night), my roses—laid out in bins all over the floor of our garage—still hadn’t entirely dried. When my husband suggested I simply buy dried roses from a florist, I insisted they had to be homegrown.

Meanwhile, while waiting for my roses to dry, I set about creating a tabletop duplicate of the twelve-foot-tall Victorian Christmas tree I’d spent a week decorating.

Did I mention I was also writing toward a January 1 book deadline?

Somehow it all came together, but five minutes before the first guests arrived, when I was outside, hot-gluing the last of those gilded sugar pinecones onto the front-door wreath, I screamed, “All those people who encourage women to do this stuff must die!”

And that’s how Southern Comforts was born. I hope you enjoy Chelsea Cassidy and Cash Beaudine’s story, and I promise that no Diva of Domesticity was actually murdered during the writing of this book.

JoAnn