In less than one week, it will be Halloween.
I have decided to focus on that, and not the
looming Thanksgiving holiday, coming up
very fast in my rearview mirror.
In 2009, I posted a Halloween tablesetting in our Parlor,
and I'm recycling it today. Hope you enjoy it, and the
little bit of "poetry" penned by the Ghosts of That Old House.
So, BOO!
"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the spider to the fly;
"'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you may spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show when you are there."
"'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you may spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show when you are there."
The Spider and the Fly
Written by Mary Howitt (1799 to 1888)
Written by Mary Howitt (1799 to 1888)
Yes, come and see our curious things, dear precious readers all.
There's a table in our parlor, O so charming, O so small.
You can rest your weary skeletons upon our chairs so black.
Do not fret about the ghosties sending shivers down your back.
Do not worry, all you pretties; you will not hear ghostly calls.
You will not hear howls or rattling chains in That Old House's walls.
For the ghosties here are kind ones, and we wish you only well.
Now sit down and sip our wine, for we've a story still to tell.
A shameless rip-of of The Spider and the Fly.
Written by the Ghosts of That Old House,
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Welcome to the Parlor at That Old House. Let's play pretend.
It's Halloween, and it's drawing on to dark.
The wind whips the leaves around the lawn and up onto the porch
(what ever happened to the landscaper's promise to come two days ago?).
We begin to light the lights, and hope for Trick or Treaters.
With a bit of good Bearnaise Sauce . . . .
Come, I've set two places at a little round table
in the Parlor: one place for you, one for me.
in the Parlor: one place for you, one for me.
We're just going to have a snack, nothing fancy. Maybe a glass of wine.
Blood red, of course. Here is your special glass:
Blood red, of course. Here is your special glass:
A wee little ghostie watches over us. His name is Rudy, and he has lived
with our family for almost 20 years. His story is for another post.
But you must behave when Rudy is watching. . . that's all I'm saying.
But you must behave when Rudy is watching. . . that's all I'm saying.
In our tablesetting, some very old plated flatware.
Just the right size to use for the children
who come knocking at your door . . . . to feed them, I mean.
Just the right size to use for the children
who come knocking at your door . . . . to feed them, I mean.
An Ebay find: vintage flatware -- 1919 era -- in a charming small luncheon size.
Or, possibly, child size.
Just right for a spooky little feast.
Let's see what else we played with today. . . .
Pumpkin plates from HomeGoods. Not dishwasher safe. Boo.
Underplates -- old restaurant dishes, white with a green stripe.
They were my Mom's.
They were my Mom's.
Sterling china, in Ohio.
Napkins -- goofy Halloween print, sewed 'em myself eons ago.
Wine glasses. . . where else? Dollar Tree, 2008.
Rudy the Ghost -- from a craft fair, 20 years ago.
Black iron candlestick -- church rummage sale, 50-cents.
Pumpkin applique table runner -- can't remember! Kohl's or HomeGoods.
Dried up leaves on porch and lawn -- from Mother Nature. Free.
BOO!
Happy Pea Soup Thursday, and
Happy Halloween! -- Cass


Happy Halloween! -- Cass
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