Happy Thanksgiving to All...The DRT Centerpiece

Here she be. I call this a centerpiece, but it's really more an end cap. When I am serving a feast I need room in the center of the table for food. Seconds are a must on Thanks giving....right? So, I leave the center empty and move the frills to the end of the table.

Here's where it all started...in jolly old England!! I love this map. Everything about it was perfect for the foundation of my Thanksgiving centerpiece.

Next, it was time to dig through my cabinets...again. I love going through what I already own. Lookie, lookie what I found! A silver pitcher (no polishing required) and two Majolica pitchers. Me loves the corn pitcher and I thik it is wery fitting for the occassion. To get them to the appropriate height I used vintage Os. We all need a little boost now and again.

I like to surround the main course wit a few sides. It is Thanksgiving, afterall!

These shoe forms came out of the closet for this special occassion. If you look closely, you can see that the shoe forms have been lovingly repaired. Love that! The buckles were added by tyours truly to make them look a little more like Pilgrim shoes.

A peek a perfectly patiaed little Majolica pitcher. I had forgotten how much I appreciated my collection of these pieces, so I took them out of storage and put them on parade for the day.

How did this all come together? Well, we already know about the map and the shoe forms, and the pitchers, so let's address the wood piece. This is the bottom half of the gear mold I posted earlier as a living centerpiece. The top half is being used to serve appetizers and the the bottom half encircles my table topper. You know how I feel about twofers. It's a win-win situation.

The butter get's a new set of wheels.

A collectable majolica plate meets a rusty set of castors. it's a match made in heaven. Later, the butter will be added to the plate. The castors make for easy passing.

And yes, the fruit is available for consumption. About the grapes...I see a food fight in my future. I'd like to say that this would be started by my children, but sadly enough I suspect that the first grapr will be thrown by me. Thanksgiving without silliness? I don't think so!