Dining in the High Cotton

This post begs the question: What kind of freak do you have to be to load up your crystal and sterling and china and head out to the middle of a cotton field?

Meet the freak family.

The Great Cotton Field Adventure took place after Sunday dinner. Once dessert was served, The Duchess, The Sister, and I loaded our goods into a pick up, and off we went.  We made the Newlywed Niece drive  so we could clutch our centerpiece and crystal as we bumped along the ruts.

The Sister rode in the back.

There she is...

in her pearls, no less.

I'm pictured in this post too.

I'm the one popping up like Where's Waldo in all the silver.

Our tablescape theme this week is

 Dining in the High Cotton.

High Cotton is an expression which basically means the lap of luxury and prosperity.

That explains 

 the china and crystal and sterling.

 Had we chosen to do a Cotton Pickin’ Table,

it would look different.

Inspired by the cotton blossoms, we chose a pink and white color scheme.

We used matching silver platters as chargers

and added china belonging to the Newlywed Niece.

The pattern is Pearl Platinum
 by Lenox. 

We're pretending those little dots along the rim

are cotton balls. 

The pink and green dessert plates belonged to my great-great grandmother. We've used them before.

We topped each plate with a tussy mussy

 using rose buds, cotton, and tea olive.

Pink cotton napkins are layered under white linen ones.  

Doesn't that design kind of look like a boll of cotton?

Yeah. We thought so too...

The  crystal is mine from
The Great Wedding Adventure of '84. 

 It's Moonspun by Lenox.

But the cup & saucer is from
 Duchess's wedding china.
 It's Alpine by Syracuse.

We're calling that little pink flower a cotton blossom.

High Cotton requires sterling. This simple pattern is mine as well. It's Old English Tipt by Gorham. It's the same pattern my mother-in-law chose for her Great Wedding Adventure.

Speaking of my mother-in-law, 

technically, 

this  antique tea set belongs to her as well.

She sent it my way several years ago to use

and  save  for her oldest granddaughter.

Where's Waldo?

Neither one of them figured that it would end up

in the middle of a field stuffed with cotton balls.

Gone With the Wind belongs to that daughter as well.  The knockout roses are one of the few things blooming here in Georgia. Cotton, confederate jasmine,  magnolia leaves, 
and a southern belle, and it's officially a southern table.

No, we didn't light those candles.

We're in the middle of a cotton field...

Follow along,  folks...

This week's table was a full family venture.

 

Aside from my own stuff, we had contributions from

The Duchess,

 The Newlywed Niece,

The Mother-in-Law,

 and even My Daughter.

  Of course, The Sister contributed the most important thing.

It's her cotton.

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I'll be posting this for the Porch People.