Election 2008 (537)
City Council (411)
81st Legislature (314)
Legislature (281)
Politics (207)
State Government (168)
Courts (147)
Democrats (142)
Election 2006 (139)
Environment (137)
Transportation (131)
Texas House of Representatives (126)
Marijuana (124)
Media (119)
Election 2010 (118)
Republicans (117)
Education (115)
Growth & Development (104)
Crime (102)
In Search of a Well-Set Table? Bring Back the Bling
Pristine linen on peeling paint is High/Low 101, ABC Carpet & Home circa Shabby Chic, and while I appreciate the mysterious distress of an old dresser as much as anybody, I'm ready put it back in the bedroom where it belongs. (Don't worry, I'll have sealed in the priceless old dirt with a polyurethane sealer so I'm only removing the offending new dirt when I clean off old sticky meringue.) In fact, while you're at it, please put the armoire back in the bedroom as well. It is actually a "cabinet" in which we keep televisions and store placemats, if it must have a name. (If there is an old wash bowl/pitcher set in the living room, it goes in the bedroom, too, unless someone in your house plans to stand there washing themselves, blocking your view of the game.)
When we invited twenty people to dinner this Thanksgiving, my inventory produced four forks and one misplaced table cloth. It became clear that my calling in this matter was to set a table worthy of my Aunt Rebecca's silver peacocks (tails down), but on a budget of what change I could find on the floor of the car. Linens came from The Guy From Dallas at City-Wide Garage Sale who sells by the pound. Two hours up on 12' tables digging tunnels through mountains of cast-offs yields some beautiful surprises. You don't always know exactly what you've got until you get home with it: An unstained Battenberg lace tablecloth (it is rare to find clean ones) hits the ironing board, and one edge is unlike the others...buttonholes here...it was a shower curtain in someone's Nineties' bathroom! A new seam down one side, and you see the results below. That day's haul also included 14 napkins, a damask tablecloth, a table scarf embroidered with blue pansies, another Battenburg tablecloth, 20 sets of plate flatware, three butter dishes, a coat (?), and surprise! a hastily-finished crewelwork owl that must have jumped in my bag when I wasn't looking. The preparation and ironing of these items was unbelievably hot, sweaty work. My dining room became a sweat lodge proving ground when glassy-eyed with task-obsession, set up among clouds of white broadcloth, I went through some changes. The iron hissed over a cocktail of dripping perspiration and distilled water. I thought I saw Hazel hovering sympathetically over the task at one point of exhaustion. She said that sweat gives a better surface than starch, and to keep ironing. On another day I'd swear the zombie-mummy of an Edwardian bride was emerging in there, and by the time I got the wine coasters and jelly glasses down it looked like Don Corleone was coming over.
Richard Whittaker, Fri Feb 19
Politicians and media dance around what to call the plane crash
