
A few years ago my favorite Thanksgiving tablecloth and napkins shared the dryer with a black pen. I was so upset and mad ...there was black ink all over it. Then, I was frustrated when I couldn't find a suitable replacement. I used other tablecloths, but never really liked them as much as the ruined one.
This year, I am dressing the table with my best china and silverware that was my Mother's. The meal will be as sumptuous as always...
.. I'm using my favorite tablecloth with the ink stains.
To me it's just a little reminder that it's the people we sit with at the table that are important.