When Jared does the dishes...

...it's a rare occassion AND usually on a Sunday AND usually because I insist. Sometimes, I just can't help it because back at my home in the country, that's how things work. Sunday dishes = husband's job.

Well, Sunday, I insisted.

And Monday morning I took this picture:

Why, yes, that is my 'special-occasion only' vintage, hand-stitched table runner and those are my 'special-occasion only' vintage, hand-stitched linen napkins and those are our dinner dishes propped atop and drying quite nicely.

Lesson learned: when the need arises, vintage linen = make-shift dish towels.

Sigh.

Sigh again.

Husbands are so cute sometimes, aren't they?