This has always been one of my favorite photos. A beautiful set I bought in 2003, when Tom and I moved home, purchased in Salem, my home. We used this set on a cute little front porch when we lived on Roanoke, here in Bend.
Our little family ate dinner on this set, friends and extended family. My sister-in-law told me she could never eat lamb, all the while having three servings of the Italian Roast I served.
They were starting to go by this point when I took this picture. The set was pristine when I purchased it, and amazingly cheap compared to Florida prices, where we lived for 14 god forsaken years, only saved by the connection to girlfriends I made, as I did not have family connections then. 💕
I still have the memory of the story I was given as I was paying for them. Because some stories though factual, are always gifts. Hurtful or happy, somber or embarrassing, nevertheless, a truth. I was at a yard sale I happened upon while on an errand. A little old lady had purchased them new and had the set in her enclosed sunroom the remaining duration of her life.
There are a lot of stories out there, little nothings, that make our hearts warm, pulse, memories made of fondness, sometimes soured over time. Always for some, never for everyone.
What a gorgeous evening here in Bend, at this moment. Perfect for a shift to gratitude, much needed here.
Dining memories. 💖🙏🏽💖 And now I need food.