Alright, alright…so the calla lillies AREN’T in bloom right now (they’re a spring flower) unless you’re in the southern hemisphere but today, they’re blooming on my table : )More pink, more grey, more bows. I found this cloth at the flea market many years ago, the seller had a tag on it that said $3. I pulled out my money and went to pay and he said “That’ll be $15 bucks”. I looked at him and showed him the tag. He scowled and said “That’s what I bought it for at a garage sale, you really expect me to sell it to you for that?”.
I looked him straight in the eye and said “Would be nice, yes”. So he did. He grumbled but he did.
It’s warm today, over 90. Dinner is outside in the shade. Kitties abound, all with mischief on their minds. The rose Fiesta is prominent here, an ode to Rick of Rick’s White Light Diner in Frankfort, Kentucky. Why the rose? Because when my mom and I stopped by for breakfast on our 127 Yard Sale trek he served everything on rose Fiesta! He was featured on ‘Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives’ on the Food Network and let me tell you, what you see is what you get. He’s a little crusty but proud of his diner and his food and for good reason. He uses local ingredients, doesn’t put up with touristy crap (I didn’t have the heart to tell him I’m a vegetarian, I just politely declined the alligator for breakfast) and cooks and serves while talking a mile a minute. He’s also got a photo album full of pics from the taping of his episode “A weeks worth of filming for 10 minutes of screen time.”He doesn’t have the cha-cha grey plaid that I have, and I’d be more than happy to send it to him but the young man who acts as assistant cook/bus person/dish washer/all around nice guy seems to have a tendency at breakage. “Don’t worry about breaking the dishes, I’ll just go buy more. It’s only money” Rick yelled across the diner, half joking, half serious. The eight of us customers just giggled.
They pitcher is pearl grey Fiesta and I liked the pink lacey glasses. I found friends for the glasses:
Apparently the flamingo stirrers were intriguing to more than just the people today -
Stuart hopped up to check them out. He was so quick that before I could put the camera down and move he grabbed it, pulled it out of the glass and it hit the ground with a sharp ‘splat’. Broken mingo…You can see orange Ashton kitty in the background pretending that he knows nothing, wasn’t involved, not his fault…like he KNEW what would happen : )
If you’re ever in the area, stop by Rick’s White Light Diner, or go to his website and say “Hi!”.
Tomorrow – 46
287 days to go!!