Snaps: At table

Vintage tablecloth from my mum. The longer I live in a house with two boys (well, one man and one boy) the girlier I get. I've developed an obsession with vintage tablecloths. Mr G can't see the point of them but he did buy me a pink gingham number the last time we went to the Blue Mountains. He knows you should always humour a lunatic and he does it well.