When the snowball bush burst into bloom a couple of weeks ago, I could think of no other tablescape but one filled with flowers.
The “frills” sort of happened along the way.
Snowball bush blooms grab center stage with a fresh pot of geraniums. Coral is my favorite color of geraniums, and I couldn’t resist snatching one from the garden center at Lowe’s.
A runner criss-crossing place mats may seem a little strange. I like to mix things up a bit sometimes.
The runner is actually two plate runners stacked one on top of the other, staggered to give it more length for cascading over the table’s edge.
The plate tunners are from my first spring of blogging (Plate Runner Tutorial).
The runners are made with leftover fabric from the dining room panels.
I wanted things flowery and frilly, remember? Lace ribbon covers the plastic flower pot nicely.
The place mats offer what I refer to as ice cream colors.
Silverware (from Painter Artist Mom) have dainty little flowers. Bread and butters are Botanic Garden Terrace from Portmeirion.
Each flower embroider-and-applique napkin is folded to resemble a lady’s handkerchief.
Snowball bush blooms are kept low for easy conversation and eye-to-eye contact across the table. (May need to temporarily remove the geraniums while eating, though.)
Oh, funny story about the urn on the silver chest in the corner.
I visited Fun Son a couple of weekends ago, and he showed me around Ocean Springs, where he works now. They had a street festival that weekend. We had a lot of fun visiting the downtown shops and the festival booths.
One of the antique shops had a table set by the curb outside their doorway. The owner said he doesn’t normally do such things but had decided to help an elderly woman get rid of her things before moving into assisted living. I love the birds on the urn – and of course, that green was calling me!
When I brought it home, HH asked about the purpose of the urn. I told him I am now fully prepared with a place to keep his ashes.
Won’t it look nice on the mantel, Dear?
HH has no desire to be cremated, but I wanted to yank his chain a bit. It worked!
I don’t know what I’ll do with the urn, but the joke was worth the price I paid for it. 🙂
Oh, come on!
Can you tell me you’ve never yanked someone’s chain before? Isn’t it harmless fun between two people who love to make each other laugh?
I’m sharing this table at Tablescape Thursday.