Once upon a time (about a year ago), in a kingdom far away (actually, our house), we invited some friends (and their whole passel of children) over for dinner.
Somewhere in the course of Our Festive Banquet, the Royal Table got bumped and a couple of candles that had burned too far down did what all self respecting candles do when jostled—they spilled their copious quantities of wax all over the tablecloth.
And alas, there was great sadness throughout the whole kingdom and especially in the heart of the Queen Mother who dearly loved yon tablecloth.
But all was not lost. Thankfully I, The Queen Mother of the Kingdom of Smith, immediately displayed my stellar qualities of being proactive and diligent and responded to the Royal Tablecloth Crisis by. . . um . . . bunching up the tablecloth. And putting it in a closet. Where it remained until yesterday.
Although the Smith Kingdom does have in its Royal Possession a second, gold-colored tablecloth that is large enough for The Smith Castle Dining Room Table, I, as The Royal Queen Mother, had decreed that the red tablecloth would be more suitable to festoon the table for The Annual Thanksgiving Feast of the Calories.
But it was ruined!
Alas! And, oh my! And, oh me! And also, oh you! (I didn’t want you to feel left out.)
But thankfully, even with this Great Crisis facing the Kingdom of the Smiths, hope still remained. Assistance was afoot.
You see, when my very own personal King in Shining Armor Husband discovered that I wanted to use the unusable red tablecloth, he immediately leaped to his Royal Kingly Feet and said, “Have no fear, my darling, damsel Queen! (And also Wife.) I shall hereby and forthwith and forthrightly and also immediately come to thy rescue!”
He then rode his Royal White Steed up the stairs to the second floor closet where the tablecloth languished in exile. Ten minutes later, he had ensconced himself (and his White Steed) next to the ironing board. Before I even knew what had happened, he had taken the Castle Iron and ironed out all the wax by putting brown paper bags over it.
My King in Shining Armor then ran (oh sorry, rode his White Steed) downstairs and applied some pre-cleaning stuff to the tablecloth and put it in the Royal Washing Machine and oversaw the washing and drying of this most vital Feast of the Calories Item.
And so?
When I brought my Royal Personage downstairs this morning and wandered into the Smith Kingdom Banqueting Hall, I was greeted with the sight of my previously banished, wadded up, wax-assaulted, dusty, musty, and all-but-forsaken tablecloth spread out in all its glory, looking Royally Wonderful!
It was a great moment in The Kingdom of Smith. That which had been grievously beset by ruin had been made new again.
And to make life even better, my very own personal King Charming and the Smith Kingdom’s Royal Princess are going to diligently labor together this afternoon and get the table decked out in its most Royal Splendor for the special guests who will be arriving tomorrow.
And also? They both went out last night on yon Royal Steed (AKA The Oldsmobile) and got a huge, long list of groceries for the Royal Feast!
I’m pretty sure that I love living in the Smith Kingdom, festooned as it is with a King Charming, a Royal Princesses and also wax free table cloths. And on this day before Thanksgiving, let it be known and decreed throughout the land that the Queen Mother of the Smith Kingdom has very much to be thankful for.
I absolutely love your stories and I love you Becky, theThe Royal Queen Mother of all those wonderful words you make up 🙂
Barbara, how sweet. I appreciate you noticing the hopefully wonderful words that I try to string together for each blog post.
Becky, you crack me up – you certainly have a way with words. I was especially interested in the King riding his steed down the stairs – what a surefooted steed it was. A glorious Thanksgiving to the Smith clan. God’s best!
Sharyn, yes, the Kingdom of Smith is blessed with very sure footed steeds!
Forsooth, it wast mine pleasure to serve my “dulcet darling.”
Steve, your dulcet darling is most appreciative of your many acts of kindness in the Kingdom of Smith.
Oh, I loved that story and the way you told it. I was hoping your Knight knew about that ironing trick for removing wax – works like a charm. Well, I will be away from this computer until next Tuesday. Have some Thanksgiving time to spend with my grandson. Have a very blessed and happy one.
Mary, yes, we both knew about the trick a year ago but somehow just never got around to putting it into practice. I’m thankful that Steve took the initiative and whipped that tablecloth into shape. Have a fabulous time with that darling grandson of yours.
A very entertaining account of yon tablecloth’s dilemma! Yay for Knights in shining armor (with iron in hand) 🙂
Love Deb
FYI, I still have to enter name and email every time I comment and I have to type over the words in those boxes too.
Deb, Knights wielding irons are welcome indeed.
I am continuing to work on the commenting issue; I wish I had more technical knowledge of my own but instead I have to go around and borrow it from other people. Hope to have a solution soon!