Last night I pulled out a new-to-me Christmas tablecloth and draped it across the dining room table.
I’m tempted to use some goofy eBay description like “perfect except for” or “nearly mint”, but it’s neither perfect or mint. The fabric isn’t crisp so it’s been washed at least once in the past, but boy, the gold areas have so much texture they’re almost crunchy.
This year our house is full of family so we’re splattering vintage tablecloths with gravy, cranberry sauce (and worse) at every meal. Want to see the fabric casualties? Of course you do! First up, a vividly colored tablecloth festooned (no one ever says this word in real life!) with poinsettias and holly garlands:
“Once in royal David’s city stood a lowly cattle shed . . .”
Tiny crèche scenes! I can’t resist them.
This Japanese-made wooden one might not qualify as exactly “tiny”: it’s a whopping 9 inches across.
But it has everything a proper crèche needs.
Ho ho! Merry Christmas!
Our house will be full of family this holiday season, so we’ve decided to pull out a different vintage tablecloth every day. Last night I set the table for brunch. Only four of us will be sitting down to French toast and Mimosas:
Who needs coffee when you’ve got this to wake your eyes? Click for more!
Gah! Where did December go?!
I had all these fabulous posts of vintage Christmas stuff planned in my head, and then . . . December just happened.
We didn’t even get a tree up till last weekend. The now-empty ornament boxes are still waiting to go back out to the loft so we’re not tripping over them. There are a few more things to wrap. I have a pie to bake. Forget about making cookies, it ain’t happening.
Ready or not, Santa Claus is coming to town.
And boy, is he ever grumpy.