Beverly and I shared a great love of all things other folks might consider “prissy.” And we were proud of it.
Beverly and I stood strong in our opposition to paper plates and paper napkins. I understand that there is a time and a place for paper goods, but my dinner table (or Beverly’s) is not that place. Beverly backed me on this. I’m not going to refuse to eat if you give me a paper plate, and I won’t condemn you for it, but don’t look for one at my house.
It was a bit easier for Beverly, because she had a china collection that anyone with a love of dishes would just turn pea-green with envy over, but she appreciated my attempts with stoneware and a random collection of cloth napkins. (Beverly could host the HOD Christmas party and actually set tables for 40 with matching china and coordinating glassware and linen. I couldn’t do that, but everyone had a real plate and actual napkin at the 2010 HOD party. Beverly was quite pleased with me.)
But I did join the Playfriends in horror that weekend we spent at Beverly’s a couple of years ago. Beverly cooked chili for lunch and set a lovely table complete with white cloth napkins. Now the white-cloth-and-chili-combo had us all looking at each other worriedly. White cloth napkins stain (which is why I only have a few light-colored cloth napkins and AC knows they’re not for use with red sauce of any sort). But these napkins also had a delicate lace trim. After you read Instigator’s story on Thursday, you’ll understand a little better why we were feeling a bit like barbarians anyway, and the last thing we wanted to do was add chili-stained white lace napkins to our sins.
The others asked for paper towels (which I knew weren’t coming because hell hadn’t frozen over yet), but I got Beverly to compromise with some red gingham napkins. They didn’t match the china, but at least we were able to eat. Thank dog it was only lunch, so there wasn’t a tablecloth to worry about!
I will miss having Beverly in my corner on this, but I know Jean and Lynn will help me hold the line here and advocate for all things prissy. Beverly would like that.