Gentlemen Only Ladies Forbidden

It's the first week in April.

Here in Georgia, that makes it golf time.

The nearby city of Augusta welcomes the world for the Masters Classic. The tournament and the course are known for their beautiful spring blossoms.

Each hole is named after a different flowering tree.

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It seemed only fitting that we nestle our table among the azaleas too.

My father was an avid golfer.

 When he was alive and in good health, he went to The Masters every year.

He took my brother, the Duchess, my sisters, and even the husband.

By mutual agreement, he never took me.

He didn't like shushing, and I don't like being shushed.

We could have done a full table in the famous Master's Green, but we chose instead to be inspired by these  vintage salad plates from the Duchess's collection.

The greens are softer.

So we went with more muted greens and masculine browns.

We're calling that tablecloth 

the  sand trap.

The salad plates have four different duffers in the traditional

knickers and argyle.

So an argyle napkin was the only natural choice.

In keeping with the masculine look of the table, we chose a simple iron napkin ring.

Four more iron flatware pieces, and we have 5 irons at each setting.

(That's a golfing pun in case you missed it.)

The stemware is simple and hearty and that same muted green.

Of course, we couldn't completely neglect the famous shade of Master's Green.

We added it to the center of the table.

The golf balls are my sole contribution this week,

and they don't even belong to me.

They belong to the husband.

He was gracious enough to be our tablescape caddy.

Like any good caddy,  he made suggestions, too.

I had painted the golf tees Masters' Green and hot glued the ball and bow

for place cards. 

Mine were just going to lie there like the one in the background of this picture.

The caddy suggested we create a little green instead.

He even cut them out for us.

 He probably doesn't want me to tell the world that he helped us play with dishes...

So I won't.

And there you have it.

Our Masters inspired vintage golf table.

By the way, that acronym in the title is nothing but urban legend

so ladies, don't get your dander up.

Instead, sit down, relax, and enjoy

Tea Time at the Masters.

*****

I'll be sharing this with Susan for

Tablescape Thursday.