A Rainy Sunday Repeat

It is Sunday, and it is drizzling rain.
Not much, just enough to make me lazy and want to curl up with a book
and my dog and a cup of tea. . . 
but what is this I hear?  Could it be?  Yes, the blog is calling me!

"Hello, Lazybones," it cries out.  "You have sorely neglected me these past few weeks.  Do I have to call the authorities?"

No, dear old blog, no need to bring in the Blog Police.  I resolve to do better.  But it is a very lazy day, so I am going to take advantage of Chari's Sunday Favorites and The Tablescaper's Summer Sundays blog parties, and re-post a blog from just about a year ago.  Lazy, yes.  But I'll have something new tomorrow.  Promise.

"Hey, who you calling old?" mutters the blog.
 

Flashback!  It is Thursday, August 13, 2009 -- and you -- my honored guest -- are invited

to take a seat at the old oak table in the conservatory, and be pampered.

It's a Table For One at That Old House.

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Now . . . please, pull out the old wire and wicker chair we found
at curbside (with two of its mates) last fall:

There's an old hand-embroidered table runner (Ebay!), tucked under your place setting.

I love the pink and green and the careful stitching; it's so airy looking:

Flowers from the garden, including mint that has bolted.  Love the feathery mint!

(Note from the future: at this date in 2010, the daisies are done blooming, and the mint is dried.

The garden is at least two weeks ahead of its 2009 season in blooming, and in shriveling up.)

The vase is actually an old mustard pot; many years ago we sold French coarse grained mustard in a little doomed gourmet shop we owned, and it came in these fabulous stoneware pots.  I saved several.  If by several, we mean lots.

My mother's hobnail milk glass salt & pepper shakers. . .

My old Lenox crystal goblet (on the left) in what I think was the Heritage pattern. . .

Alongside, a $3 wine glass off the cheap shelves at Fortunoff's,
more than 30 years ago when I had my first swinging singles pad.

Reality check:   it wasn't a swinging singles pad.   I shared an 1802 house on the grounds of a museum complex with my cousin, so instead of a singles pad we had a  3/4 Cape with white picket fence,  a well, an herb garden, and a dirt floor in the cellar.  The only things swinging were  loose shutters.

The green majolica plate I got at The Doof Pot in Greenport, on eastern Long Island,
many years ago.  Not from TJ Maxx and not Bardallo.  (Is that spelled right?)
Don't know who made it!  It is unmarked.

On top, a plate from my grandmother's favorite luncheon dishes.

Syracuse china.
Pink, green, touches of yellow and the palest of robin's egg blue.

A lace liner

and then a little double-handled French Limoges bouillon cup. (Ebay also.)

Simple hotel plate flatware:

A rummage sale find.

and a napkin from a long-ago tablecloth set.
I don't know what happened to the cloth!

Put it all together and . . . Bon appetit!

I don't have a blessed clue what I'll feed you, but if you don't like it I know a dog who will help you out.

I am very pleased you came to visit.  Don't forget to visit the blogs, below, for more Sunday fun. -- Cass

Chari at Happy To Design hosts Sunday Favorites.

And we thank her for letting us be a little bit lazy on the weeends!

The Tablescaper hosts Summer Sundays.

Today she's all about cabanas, and boy are they cute.