Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Do you remember the story about the little kid who ate dinner at his friend's house?
He reported, "Guess what, Mom? Instead of napkins, they use little pieces of cloth!"
That must have been my house.
I'm not a person who regularly irons. I learned to do it at my Mother's side when I was a child. She would spend most of Tuesday seated at her ironing board, turning out crisp shirts and dresses and linens. "Slave labor!" I thought. I determined to never iron again.
I bless the person who invented permanent press sheets. I never ironed childrens' clothes. It has been at least 30 years since I owned a garment that required ironing. When my husband needed a dress shirt ironed, he did it himself.
But I like to use cloth napkins when I have a dinner party. I cook a special meal, polish my silverplate serving pieces, set the table with cloth napkins and pretty dishes and put on a dress...Special Occasion!
I have dozens of big white napkins. They are all cotton damask, with pretty woven-in designs. Mostly they don't match. I bought them a few at a time at estate sales and antique shops. Some came with permanent stains or little tears.
Once a year, on a gloomy rainy day, I iron them all, damp from the washer. It is rather a satisfying chore...creating beauty from chaos!