Glancing back at the table making sure everything is just right: 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).
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. The bug bite him that day, or at least I like to pretend it did.
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 nous. 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.
The Dishes: These plates are one of the rare gifts in which my Belle-Mère gave me twentysome years ago. Porcelain de Paris with gilded curly Qs set of 24, 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 without a bite!) 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.
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 Used Bicycle Shop was happy that I was taking "the junk." I told him I would say thank-you by making him some chocolate chip cookies, since he didn't want a penny for them/
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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