The china I began collecting in 1973 the year I was in grade eight. . .
still makes me smile.
It is the only piece of my Christmas decor that ventures away from classic Christmas colors.
For the home tour . . .
I was offered a set of Christmas china to set upon my table.
I was honoured that someone would trust me with something so valued . . .
and yet . . .
it would have felt like a Christmas table that belonged elsewhere.
For the last 31 years I have done my best to make the dark purple violets fit . . .
and they are mine . . .
and I wanted our bungalow to be a true reflection of ourselves.
I added a small length of cotton lace that my paternal grandmother made.
I fretted and debated as I battled whether or not to take my scissors and slice the precious lace so that it could be used in my china cabinet.
In the end. . .I sliced . . .
and I was glad I did.
She passed away when I was two.
The lace was left to me.
My cousin that was blessed to remember my grandmother came through on the home tour.
She recognized the crocheted items that I had used throughout the bungalow.
She remembered . . .
and was amazed that someone was still using it and giving it a place of honour.
My goal was to use things that had been passed down to us .. .
as much as possible.
I spent the early weeks of decorating . . .
washing lace . . .
polishing silver . . .
and framing cherished cards and mementos.
I purchased some new brush trees to add to my true vintage brush trees . . .
and my friend Linda. . .glued in some pearls she had in her craft drawer.
To bring the table colors together . . .
I added a satin napkin underneath each dinner plate .
I sewed table runners to match the ribbons on the windows and the chairs.
While the last of the home tour guests were leaving . .
I was calling the Chinese food place for takeout.
The six of us . . .
ate our Chinese Food on our fine china.
I'll tell you more about the centerpiece . . .