Table for 8
lovely photo courtesy of lovely Jo Santangelo
This is my kitchen.
This is my great grandma Rose’s lace tablecloth. My dad sat at this cloth as a little boy. My mom sat at it too, as a newlywed.
These are the gluten free breadsticks/crostinis I made earlier in the day.
These are the chairs (lower, right-hand corner) that we found on the side of the road, presently tucked neatly under our kitchen table-card table-bungee-corded-together scenario.
This is the place where 8 people will eat a Jo-cooked, from-scratch meal for less than $70.
These are the flowers that will retain their color for months and months (great purchase for flower lovers on a budget.)
Those are mason jars, holding breadsticks and flowers with such (multi-)purposeful pride.
That is the oven-door, waaaay in the back (humming a Roger Miller tune), which conceals a scratch blueberry pie, made with home-preserved, local blueberries.
There are my treasured cloth napkins, extending grandeur in diversity.
This is the night before my first (book) deadline, and I can’t think of a better way to spend the evening than with 6 friends and my home-cooking, hot Italian.
Decorating, Dining Room, Entertaining, Tabletop
Reader Comments (6)
it looks beautiful and it sounds like it will be beautiful.
That sounds lovely! It would be an honor to be at that table!
It's nice to see the fabric in the old tablecloth weaving new traditions for another generation!
Thanks Melissa and Meg! We had a lovely time, indeed.
Mama! I love how you passed this tablecloth on to me; there's always a perfect opportunity over here to use it. someday our kiddos will eat at it too! xo
This is lovely.
I am not a material girl, but the things I do own, like you, have significant sentimental value. Well written too.
Thanks Dayna. Sentimentality is a powerful agent in keeping house for me; I'm glad it resonates with you, too!