From all those messes we’ve been making around here. We pulled out the boiler, and emptied the furnace room downstairs. See:
So to come to the supper table to our own homespun oasis is nice. I was going to set the chicken and biscuit hotdish on the table there, too, in all it’s deepdish stoneware glory and take a picture. But the men were terribly hungry and could not wait for the biscuits on top to be golden brown.
Yes, the flowers are from the garden. The placemats are a freebie from sorting clothes to send to CAM. The napkins and the wooden rings are part of my ongoing collection. Oh, the table cloth was a free find as well. Having a pretty table doesn’t have to be a special occasion. Anytime the family is together is special enough to celebrate with nice things.