Unfortunately, we are currently coping with our grief caused by the announcement that next season is the final season of Downton Abbey, and after days of teeth gnashing and handwringing and (in a Downton sorta way) throwing back the sherry until we're fairly blue with it, it was time to do what all good women of a certain age do....
...I hauled out the Lenox and set the table.
I picked up these cute little Lenox bird plates (as if I needed MORE plates, because the approximately 372 plates already in my house---most of them formerly belonging to folks who are now dead---are simply. Not. Enough.) at a Lenox outlet store in Georgia on my way home from my sister's house last December. (I originally stopped because the highway promised me that there would be a whole bunch of outlets off this particular exit, but mostly they were deserted. It was really creepy, actually. Almost like a place where serial killers/scary clowns/the Phantom of the Opera would set up a little mattress and blanket and maybe a hot pot in a corner somewhere and catch cats in the night. It was lunchtime on a really sunny day and I was still creeped out. I recommend staying away, if you can.)
I used my special Downton napkin that my sweet Teen Wolf sent me. (That is not her real name. She is incognito.)
It seemed only right that there be a begonia involved, since hydrangeas are not in season and the roses in the grocery store leave something to be desired. I find that you can rarely go wrong with a begonia. They are all-purpose.
Shortly after this picture was snapped, the glass was filled. Then emptied. Then filled again. (After all, we are in MOURNING, fercryin' outloud.)
Fortunately, I have all of spring break to decide what I'm going to do once DA is over. Maybe I will ask DL to help me reenact my favorite scenes. I'll be Mrs. Crawley and he can be the Dowager Countess. (Not sure I can get him in a dress, though.)
In the meantime, I'll be at the (non-creepy) outlet mall.