More table talk today. I wanted to share with you the recent 'completion' of a little family set we have - our set of dinner napkin rings. This simple little collection means so very much to me. It's something so utilitarian - something we use every single day in the here and now. And yet, each one is steeped in history, with a story if it's own. Some of that history we know, and some we can only imagine.
They've come from all over. Steve's and mine (with "Mother" and "Father" engraved on them - you'd see it better if I polished them) came from family. Calvin's and Adelaide's (each with dogs and cats, though a little different from each other) came from a trip to London, and Piccadilly Circus, I took before they were even born. Ezra's - a frog - from a thrift trip years ago. Each somehow found their way here, and perfectly into the hands, or on the plates, of those who suit them best.
The napkin rings themselves are helpful in keeping our napkins from meal to meal without having to unnecessarily wash six napkins (times three meals!) a day. We simply put them back in our own rings at the end of a meal, until they need to be washed. For some of us, that's sooner than others.
Blessings on your meal!