Bike Shops sale more than Tires

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Glancing back at the table, making sure everything was just right: Knives on the right and forks on the left… that's a big challenge for someone like me, who can't raise her right hand without thinking first of, "The Pledge of Allegiance"
 
Tonight's New Year's Eve dinner is at Chez Nous. I cannot forget NOT to say, Happy New Year until AFTER midnight, or I will bring bad luck on whoever I say it to, considering I have already ruined several French friend's New Year to come, this is more of a stress then preparing dinner tonight for 20 people!
 
Okay, here is the low-down on the table setting from my adventures at the flea markets and other ways that I have come into having an Armoire ready to burst at the seams:
 
Vintage Champagne glasses found with Yann in the middle of nowhere, at a flea market located in a cow pasture, at 5am with a flashlight!
 
Silver that my parent's gave us when our son was born, they bought this silver, which includes cheese knives and dessert forks, from a couple in their 80s, who use to be diplomats who toured and dined the world.
 
Linen tablecloth; One day I saw the box of linens, all sorts of wrinkled serviettes, sheets, tea towels, and what have you…bending down to look in the box I thought, "I HATE TO IRON!" Yet using paper is a pet peeve of mine. The linens had a variety of monogram letters. The tablecloth's initials are, V.B. which in my books means: Very Bad if you spill anything on this.
 
The dish on top, is the one on which I will serve the vol-au-vent of Lobster. These plates are one of the rare gifts in which my Belle-Mère gave me, porcelain de Paris, with gilded curly Qs, set of 24 and I have yet to break one. Even though in my wicked thoughts that sometimes consume me, I have thought about breaking the whole lot! Unfortunately, I like my Belle-Mère's rare gift too much–so my wicked thoughts go suppressed and expressed in unconscious ways, that my hero Carl Jung would tsk-tsk-tsk at me.
 
Bottom Plate, now you know why I envied my friend's directoire chocolate assiette!!! I think I will ask her if I can borrow it to serve little cakes on for tonight's dinner, it does match my service. Then again if I ask her and she agrees…then I'll have to lend my set of dishes to her sometime. New year's promise; Share willingly.
 
1930s art deco, individual crystal fruit bowls, in which I am going to serve- chilled cucumber soup with a grilled walnut and celery pesto on top. I bought these at a, Used Bicycle Shop, that Yann dragged me to one afternoon. The find was in a dirty cardboard box, with matching red wine glasses. The dealer at the shop was happy I was taking "the junk!" I told him I would say thank-you by making chocolate chip cookies for him. In the car, Yann told me I should make him Chocolate Chip Cookies as he was the one who dragged me in there, vraiment!
 
The only thing new on this table will be what the New Year might bring, and hopefully, it will be good if I don't blow it…


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2 responses to “Bike Shops sale more than Tires”

  1. Oh gosh Corey … Can I come to dinner too … All sounds delicious!!!

  2. that is gorgeous. I hope that it all went off ok for you !
    your life sounds a dream with all that junking ! gee I have to get myself to France oneday !

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