Thanksgiving is tomorrow. The bird is thawed, everyone (except me) has their dishes assigned to them, and I’ve got the house as ready as it’s going to get.
That’s right! My dining room chairs are done! We won’t all be sitting Indian style on the floor this year. I know my 82 year old grandma will thank me. However, they aren’t exactly ready to show yet because our electric sander blew up, then the replacement one broke, so I got the last one painted by the skin of my teeth last night and it’s still drying.
I spiffed up the front porch to greet my turkey eaters.
And made a happy little vignette in the entrance.
If you come over later for leftover turkey sandwiches, I’d appreciate it if you would pretend not to notice the wonky candle on the right. Either we have a ghost harboring a beef with candles, or that one is suicidal. It fell to it’s almost death, but we revived it enough to attend Thanksgiving. Wonkily.
And that brings us to the much agonized over dining room table.
I filled it with fakey leaf garland and cinnamon scented pine cones. (Oh ho ho.. I spy a couple blue chairs.)
I picked up five glass, uh, hurricane things, five bags of pinto beans, and some tea lights from the dollar store.
Mom lent me the little turkey tea light holders on the ends, and Junior gathered the pinecones that are scattered on each side when we were in Colorado.
And I must say, I am rather pleased with my $11 Thanksgiving table.
Are you all ready to go? Tables set? Wonky candles lit?
Hope everyone has a very happy Thanksgiving!