Black Lace Tablecloth
Black lace tablecloth : 25th anniversary napkins
Black Lace Tablecloth
- Black Lace is a British pop group originally from Leeds and Wakefield in West Yorkshire. The band first came to the public eye after being selected to represent the UK in the Eurovision Song Contest 1979 in which they finished in seventh position with the song Mary Ann.
- Virgin Books is a United Kingdom book publisher 90% owned by the publishing group Random House, and 10% owned by Virgin Enterprises, the company originally set up by Richard Branson as a record company.
- A cloth spread over a table, esp. during meals
- a covering spread over a dining table
- A tablecloth is a cloth used to cover a table. Typically tablecloths are made of cotton or other natural fibres, or fabrics made from man made or synthetic fibres. Some are designed to be easy to wipe clean, often using PVC coated materials.
black lace tablecloth – 54 Inch
This tablecloth is made of woven polyester ? durable, wrinkle and stain resistant, and can be used a hundred times or more.
A fully draping tablecloth can be combined with an overlay, a table runner, or any other table linen accent to take your table coverings up to the next level and create a more elegant impression.
My very own Duffy having a good laugh
Duffy was not as beautiful as Saturnin but he had a wonderful sense of humour and here is a story that really happened:
When he was still very young, I met a man who started courting me. On our first luncheon date at an elegant restaurant next to my office, as we got up to leave, we discovered to our horror that Duffy had shredded the table cloth creating a border of lace… As you can well imagine, we avoided going back to this particular restaurant for some time until thinking he had matured, we did go back. I spent the whole time checking up on him and he seemed to be behaving very well. But then when we got up I saw that this time he had not shredded the tablecloth but instead my companion’s jacket:-)
A Very Happy Furry Friday
Black Coombe (Cwm?)
We welcome in, the burning cold of dawn.
This tablecloth of lace, sans permanence.
This brittle bridal blanket, o’er the lawn,
though unexpected, cannot cause offence.
Else-wise, why did the spider spin that web
Which stands out like the strings upon a harp
Till sunlight flow and frosty tide will ebb
Till then, each breath’s intake is biting sharp
No cloud, nor breeze to break this magic spell
As Black Cwm, capped and aproned, seems to smile
In smugness of a job she deems, done well
Surveys her Lakeland’s many silver miles.
More focussed through the crisp air, views are lighter
I wake to dawns like these, and all is brighter.