My almost Parisian tablecloth

tableclothMy Thanksgiving tablecloth, which I’ve already laid out on the dining room table has a checkered (pun intended) history. It began last August when my friend Claudia made me a birthday lunch and we carried it to a covered picnic area in a Bellevue park. She spread a cloth over the table and before she had even set out the food, I started to swoon. The bright and beautiful colors and pattern made it the most cheerful piece of fabric I’d seen anywhere in a long time. “Where did you get it?” I asked. “I really want this tablecloth.”

“Maria [a mutual friend] gave it to me, but I don’t know where she got it.”

I had to settle for taking a picture of the green, red and orange checks and stripes and posting it on Facebook.

Not long after that I ate lunch on another beautiful tablecloth, this one at friend Roberta’s house. “I bought three when I was in Paris,” she said. How perfect. My upcoming trip to Paris would include a quest for a new table covering. That night I announced my plan to my husband.

“You’re not lugging tablecloths around Europe,” he said, ending the conversation, but not my dreams of a Parisian tablecloth.  I emailed Maria.  “I love the tablecloth you gave to Claudia.  I’m going to Paris next month.  Did you buy it there?”

Her reply was not what I expected.  “Oh, Ann, you are so funny.  Paris. I’m still laughing. That was one of the kids’ sheets when they were little.  I have more.  I’ll see that you get one.”

So here it is. My lovely new tablecloth and I didn’t have to drag it around Europe in my suitcase. And if I need extra bedclothes…

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I retired June 30, 2010 after working for 40 years in the field of education and most recently doing school public relations/community outreach in a mid-size urban school district. I wrote for superintendents and school board members. Now I'm writing for me and I hope for you. In this blog, I offer my own views coupled with the latest research on how to preserve our physical and mental health as we age, delve into issues most of us over 50 can relate to like noticing wrinkles and forgetting where we left our keys, discuss the pros and cons of different ways to engage our minds and bodies after we leave the workplace, and throw in an occasional book review, all peppered with a touch of humor, irony, and just plain silliness.
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2 Responses to My almost Parisian tablecloth

  1. Marilyn says:

    LOL: une nappe avec une histoire

  2. Evelyn says:

    That is such a fun story! Happy Thanksgiving!

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