Is there anything about this tablescape I found in Veranda magazine that would stop you in your tracks? Or at least create a moment to pause? Mmm…

Yes! It’s the newspaper!!!

The archaic monument of yesteryear bacon and egg Sunday brunch. The bundle of dirty ink that print-smeared our fingers and reduced us to wrangling over the orange juice for our favourite section. AP always took the front page and finance – the F&F I understand it to be once nicknamed – whilst I had a preference for reading the Arts section followed by Style NYC (no surprises there ) Both of which were much slimmer than AP’s portfolio but even so he managed to speed read his way through the entire wad before I had even started on thinking about being fabulous! So consumed was I in each and every article (I know, such a tragic for a bit of glitz and glamour) that I would barely get my pages read over breakfast. Anyhoo, so it then took me the rest of the week to read the remaining bulk of the paper. Mmm, in hindsight, probably a very good thing that we only got the Sunday morning delivery

Tinerate, and then there was always the problem of finding room enough to spread the large double faced folio to read.

Pros were adept at folding and reforming the newspaper until it resembled a tablet. Others would forgo condiments in favour of the papers. While some would wait till the quiet coffee time of the next day when they could spread the sheets around them.

I am sooo used to seeing the tablet in this day and age that it took me quite by nostalgic shock when at Knickerbockers, our local in the City, I glanced up the bar to see this…

I seriously can’t remember the last time I witnessed this simple pleasure. Oh wait! Yes I can! It would have been while I was living in Boston, MA, which…believe me…is eons ago now

Anyhoo, my point is…Ooo, do I have a point??? Not sure I do Mmm, thinking…thinking…

Till next time.

Tipsy Pipsy xo