After the lunch was over, she said they were up for grabs, so I took a pair.
I think they are very beautiful, reminiscent of red-checked-tableclothed restaurants and violin trios playing.
I thought of Lady and the Tramp eating spaghetti with meatballs as I set the table for dinner. This looks romantic, I thought.
My family did not agree.
“What’s this?!” said Boo suspiciously.
“Are we pretending to be fancy?” asked Little Boy.
Little Girl exclaimed, “They look like there is throw-up on them!”
And my husband’s mental associations were a little different from mine. They reminded him of an old shack he’d found in the woods as a kid, one that local hoodlums were using a drug den.
Not exactly romantic…. but I tried!