Many of you may live in a part of the country where this wouldn’t be the usual type of game table. But, here in the south, it is the usual.
There are no chips, cards, or slight of hand.
It all started with this tapestry-like piece pf upholstery-weight fabric that was formerly a Roman shade over a double window upstairs…before the tornado broke the window and we replaced it with two separate windows.
I couldn’t let this heavy pheasant fabric go to waste, so I stitched macrame-like fringe around the edges and made a table topper for the upstairs nostalgia/guest room I’m redecorating.
I can hardly wait to finish! Don’t get too excited, though. It’ll probably be a Happy New Year reveal. You know how slow I am with projects, especially around the holidays! (Family comes first, right?)
Since the fabric has many branches, I added dried twisties from Harry Lauder plantings outside. Love that stuff!
HH and Fun Son love to hunt pheasant during fall.
I gathered the stuffed pheasant HH killed many years ago, the dowel stick deer I made last year, and Pox (the chicken Mom 2 gave me). OK, I realize a chicken isn’t exactly hunting game, but it could happen around here if necessity called for it. (Even I would have better results with shooting one over catching it!)
You’ll notice a few other critters here and there, like Mr. and Mrs. Nutty (Acorns Away Tablescape).
I found these salad servers earlier this year at a Home Goods store while traveling.
I think the tips are supposed to be coral, but they remind me of branches or antlers.
Do the dowel stick deer antlers seem similar to you?
Or is it just crazy ol’ me?
The red plates, bowls, and mugs are a set I found at Tuesday Morning on clearance a couple of years ago – so versatile.
Totally against the rules in The Land of Making Do, I bought new flatware recently. I’m sure you’ve noticed Rea Drummond’s new dish line at Wal-Mart. Are you crushing over Pioneer Woman’s flatware as much as I am?
Sort of rustic, and what I call girly western. Ha! Did I just make up a new term?
Manly hunters aren’t necessarily attracted to swirls on dishware. Hey, this isn’t all about them, right?
The large stainless mixing bowl is a little more manly than the standard salad bowl. Not that hunters end their day eating salad!
Patricia Neely-Dorsey shares her poem today from My Magnolia Memories and Musings. You can visit her website here.
FALL (In The Country)
Floating slowly to the ground
Like delicate snowflakes
And crunching underfoot with each movement
Autumn leaves blanket the ground
In dazzling shades
Of Red, Yellow, Orange, and Gold
A deer darts through the woods
As hunters await.
And, much to my surprise, what do I spy?
No! Surely not! Horrors, not a baited field!
Do you know about bated fields? Not to get anyone into trouble, but should I write a blog post about that (wink)?
I’m sharing this post at Tablescape Thursday.