There are many reasons I love Fall.
The obvious reasons are the colors and textures.
I am definitely a “Fall” gal in both my home and
But, aside from my Home are the memories and
feelings that Fall evokes.
Every Fall when the crops were in, my parents would take
us out of school for a week and we would go to the
mountains to enjoy the Fall leaves.
So, I can’t help but get sentimental this time of year.
Today I am sharing my
Traditional Fall Sideboard Vignette.
I shared this sideboard during my Fall Tour, but
wanted to share a little more of the details.
As a little girl, I always knew it was officially Fall when my
sweet Mama got out her Fall-themed dishes and started decorating
our formal dining table. There was one more sign – when her pretty
lace, Fall tablecloths showed up on the ironing board with a
hot iron and a bottle of starch.
My mama looooooves her lace tablecloths even today.
In fact, as long as they were able to make the trip – I would take them
back to the same NC/Tennessee montains we visited so many
times while I was growing up. We would always have to make a
trip over to Gatlinburg, Tennessee to a shop called “Mr. Tablecloth.”
Yes, there is a shop called “Mr. Tablecloth.”
It’s a tradition. Lunch at The Old Mill in Pigeon Forge…
- plus a little shopping at the Old Mill General Store for some
stone ground grits and cornmeal.
I remember Mama setting tables like it was yesterday.
I watched in wide-eyed wonder as she performed her magic.
Once Mama ironed her tablecloths, she would make a
centerpiece. I definitely got my love of flowers and
beautiful centerpieces from my Mama.
Sometimes she would use fresh flowers, sometimes she would
make something with a group of vases or pottery she collected.
But once she was done, I would be amazed at how pretty it was.
I have a favorite memory of her letting me cut the stems on some
Brown-Eyed Susan’s she had freshly picked from her garden,
some of the last blossoms of Fall.
I wanted to help.
But, honestly, if the truth were known, I think I just wanted to
get my hands on those sweet orange-handled, old clippers she had
owned since I could remember.
I just wanted to cut something.
So she asked me to clip the flower stems off about halfway
so they would fit in the crock, and she even showed me
how far down to cut.
I did just what she said. I clipped them off halfway.
But gosh darn – that was soooo much fun.
Those old, orange-handled clippers made the
coolest squeaky noise when they opened and closed.
That squeaky noise was entrancing.
I needed the squeak.
I longed for the squeak.
The squeak called to me.
So, as Mama went to wash out a crock and fill it
with water, her baby daughter (that would be moi) – who had suddenly
and inexplicaby developed a passion for squeak noises
(or maybe it was the cutting?)
… discovered her first neurosis of cutting flowers and stems.
When Mama came back, she found a pile of stems.
And a pile of de-stemmed flower heads.
And me – clip, clip, clipping the stems into smaller, tiny pieces.
“Barbie, what are you doing?” I remember her asking.
I can honestly say I was in a clipping trance.
Centerpiece be damned.
Clipping those stems was the most fascinating thing I had
done since watching my cousin try to tie her hair ribbon
around a bullfrog for a leash.
Mama should have been mad.
She should have grabbed them clippers away from me
and shoo’d me away.
She should have been angry that I had ruined her planned
centerpiece. Instead, after taking away the clippers away for the safety
of myself and anything that closely resembled a flower –
or a stem…
she grabbed a large glass bowl and poured the water from
the crock into the bowl….and floated the Brown-Eyed Susan
heads in the water with some ivy.
“Beautiful,” I remember her saying.
And as always, she was right.
It was beautiful.
I will never look at Brown-Eyed Susan’s without thinking
of that day and thinking of my blessed Mama.
And when my son was small, or even now, with my
Grandloves, when they have tested my patience or done
something they shouldn’t do…
(like cutting all the stems off the heads of the flowers)
I say three words to calm myself down and to
bring things back into perspective.
“Brown. Eyed. Susan’s.”
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I am sharing some fabulous inspirational, Fall
projects, ideas and recipes.
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