It’s All Good
I LOOK AT MY TABLE AND SMILE CONTENTEDLY AT MY IRONSTONE SERVING PIECES. Last month I found a gorgeous footed bowl at the flea market and was giddy knowing it completed the collection I’d been amassing over the years intended to become my ultimate Thanksgiving tool kit. Designing the table is a ceremony I take seriously. I’m guilty of fussing and fawning over linens, serving pieces and flower arrangement ideas. I’ve been caught turning to-do lists into diagrams, then into small thumbnails to ensure I’ve thought of everything I’ll need. It’s preparation befitting a grand stage production rather than a family meal. Maybe it’s because for an American holiday, our family Thanksgivings growing up were hardly Norman Rockwell affairs. We had the turkey and stuffing of course, mashed potatoes, and my…