French Antiques.
Glancing back at the table making
sure everything is just so; Knives on the right and forks on the left
is a big challenge for someone like me, who can't raise their right
hand without thinking first of "The Pledge of Allegiance".
As I was setting the table for dinner I thought I would give you the low down on the
table setting (above).
table setting (above).
Vintage Champagne Glasses: French Husband found these in the middle of nowhere, at a flea market located in a cow
pasture, at 5am with a flashlight.
pasture, at 5am with a flashlight.
Silverware: My parent's gave us this setting when our son was born. They bought it at an estate sale in Willows, from a couple in their 80s, who toured and dined the world.
Linen Tablecloth: I saw
the box of linens at the flea market. A ton of wrinkled serviettes, sheets, tea
towels, and what have you…bending down to look inside the box I thought how much I hated to iron. Yet using paper is a pet-peeve of mine. Hence, wrinkles are vogue chez moi. The linens
had a variety of monogrammed letters. The tablecloth's initials are V.B. which in my books means: Very Bad if you spill anything on this. Just teasing.
the box of linens at the flea market. A ton of wrinkled serviettes, sheets, tea
towels, and what have you…bending down to look inside the box I thought how much I hated to iron. Yet using paper is a pet-peeve of mine. Hence, wrinkles are vogue chez moi. The linens
had a variety of monogrammed letters. The tablecloth's initials are V.B. which in my books means: Very Bad if you spill anything on this. Just teasing.
The Dishes: These plates are one of
the rare gifts in which my Belle-Mère gave me twenty years ago. 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.
the rare gifts in which my Belle-Mère gave me twenty years ago. 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.
1930s Art Deco, Individual Crystal Fruit Bowls: (that was a mouthful!) 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 French Husband dragged me to one afternoon. The find was in a
dirty cardboard box, with matching wine glasses.
grilled walnut and celery pesto on top.
I bought these at a Used
Bicycle Shop, that French Husband dragged me to one afternoon. The find was in a
dirty cardboard box, with matching wine glasses.
The dealer at the
shop was happy I was taking "the junk." I told him I would say
thank-you by making him some chocolate chip cookies.
Later in the car French Husband told
me I should make him some Chocolate Chip Cookies as he was the one who
dragged me into the shop in the first place.
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The only thing new on this table will be what the New Year will bring, and hopefully it will be good…
I hope your Last Day of the Year reminds you of the wonder of life behind you and the wonders yet to come. May they be good.
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