Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Late Supper: A Tablescaping Story
A cold, foggy December night cries out for a story--a tablescaping story.
In my mind's eye, I see a country doctor coming home after a long day. It's late, he's chilled to the marrow--and hungry.
Instead of setting the dining table, I've placed everything on a large tole tray and cleared a spot on the living room desk. Perfect--he'll love this because the desk faces the fireplace.Then I added snowglobes and faux pearls, and mismatched crystal.
While I put finishing touches on the meal, the tired doctor can listen to Bach and sort his mail.
Come on, darlin, sit down--and yes, those are my pearls doubling as a napkin ring.
Behind the desk, the mirrored armoire reflects the little "tablescape for one."
I know this doctor loves snowglobes (because he bought them for me). Now and then, he'll pick one up and gently shake it. And he'll remember when we were in Paris, and it was cold and rainy--just like this night on our foggy mountain top.
I found this black-and-white transferware plate many years ago. It normally hangs on the wall with two others. It has no marking. The silver belonged to my maternal grandmother, the unique, unforgettable Mimi.
A make-believe meal calls for shepherd's pie, cheese and fruit, and crusty French bread, along with a glass of burgundy.
For dessert, apple cobbler with whipped cream. The doctor reaches for the napkin, shakes it out, and loops the pearls over the statue--not too weary for a bit of humor.
And happy plate collecting to all.