while hitting my usual Saturday thrifting haunts, I found these...
6 immaculate large heavy cloth napkins with a groovy 70s vibe goin' on...
you don't even have to think it, much less say it...I know a lot of people would pass these by even if the price was a dime...but since I L-O-V-E orange...seriously, today? I painted a one-armed rocking chair bright orange...home these came to #17...
once in the door,*snap* went the tape holding the napkins in the box so I could count my junkin' booty (arrrgghhh*), the count started and, beneath the last napkin, I found this
maybe these napkins weren't exactly the Birthday Girl's favourite** so the box and its wild napkin contents made its way into the linen drawer just in case Ginia ever popped in for fondue and the naps had to make an appearance at the table***
But, knowin' myself and knowin' a lot of other women, I think, more than likely, this gift entered that Eternal Black Hole of Uselessness...Savin' It for a Special Occasion...
what a shame...they're only napkins...Cool Ass Groovy Napkins, true, but still just napkins...
Confession time...what have I Saved for a Special Occasion?...clothes, of course***...candles...china, crystal, sterling...and, yes, napkins and table clothes...and things that are so weird even if I could remember, I probably wouldn't share it with ya'll...garden twine...that's all I'm sayin'...
We should make a pact...with one another...with our selves...no more waiting for some around-the-bend imaginary perfect occasion to start busting out with Special Things...
Every day is special...light those candles, grubby up those napkins and wear that dress you bought because you were channeling your Inner Real Housewife...what on earth could it hurt?****
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*Junkin' Pirate Talk
**I can see that...these napkins are pretty Taste Specific
***some of those clothes were waiting for the Special Occasion of my large butt being able
to squeeze into them...I'm just going to toss those to the GW...sick of those downers every time
I open the closet...Ralph Lauren linen suit from, oh, at least 15 years ago...the jacket is almost long enough to be a dress...I don't know what wishful thinking that was all about...apparently, I was channeling Miami Vice and The Great Gatsby that day...
****technically, I guess, you could 1) burn the house down when you forgot the tapers were lit because you Never Light Them 2) piss off your mother-in-law when you get lipstick all over the family Irish linen napkins that came over on the boat back when and 3) have people question what you do for a livelihood...but probably those things won't happen...
3 comments:
Those napkins look perfect for a chili dinner, you'll never see a spot on them. I keep a box/large bag by the back door and drop the unused nameless what was I thinking things in it each week and on Saturday I take it to SA. Makes me feel like I actually did something. Of course we won't talk about what I had already dragged home from both GW and SA for the week.
First, great to see you blogging again...2nd love your new napkins!
First, Who doesn't love the 70's! I don't know about you but I was young and having fun and those napkins would have fit right in!
Second, Thanks for visiting!
Rebecca
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