and not enough table…
(one end of table)
(the other end)
I get tied in knots.
Not bad for the $3 wad of linen jacquard my friend threw in when I bought so many hankies off her. I snapped it up without scrutiny. I'm so trusting.
Notice I didn't do a whole lot of tablescaping. (Yeah. None.) Around here, the beauty of this table is its barrenness. It is clean. No clutter. I even swept under the table.
So, anyway, I tied the excess fabric of one end around itself, then did the same on the other end. I tugged and fussed with each knot to make it into a round knob. Now the table top is a blank canvas. If it wasn't in the same house as our pair of curious and meddlesome cats, I could tuck flowers in the knots and go crazy with the china and glassware.
As it is, this simple white plane is as extravagant as a golf course in Tokyo. We could actually eat at the table now, if we wanted to.
The lacework's detail: