Monday, November 30, 2015

Thanksgiving, or the Resurrection of the Dead

I moved the furniture, opened the table to its three-leaves-length for a comfortable eight, made a really wonderful dinner, and found myself wanting to post these photos on this blog which was taken down in June. Good or bad idea? I really can't say, since it's not like I don't have quite a bit on my plate right now. 

Right now, all I know is that things are the way they are because they are the way they are, and I am in no way ready for the Christmas season. The pumpkins are staying put.

The table? Minton mixes with old Lenox, tulips, bubble paperweights, and a claw foot objet that my father created. He also acquired the Windsor chairs that flank the table—one of which is from my mother's family farm which he repaired with an ingenious cleat. So, you see, everyone was present in one way or another.