When I finished university in the country of my birth, America. My first job was working at George Washington University. In Washington, DC.
I worked for the Dean of the School Of Business Administration.
It was a small office.
Dr Docherty. The Dean. And his personal secretary. Sophie Goff. Who had worked for him for more than 20 years.
I was a newcomer to the office.
In the Mad Men era.
I was assigned to working with the MBA students. Many of which were mature students. Returned officers from the war in Vietnam.
One such student was John. A Commander in the Navy.
John was an avid sailor. And sailed every opportunity on the Chesapeake Bay.
Every so often, he would invite friends to sail with him.
I accepted his first invitation.
Although I’m not a sailor. Never will be. I loved the experience.
And at the end of the day. His guests were invited back to his terrace house in historic Georgetown. In the salubrious inner city of Washington DC. Located on the Potomac River.
Which he shared with his wife Sally.
It was a well known fact that Sally, a highly acclaimed systems analyst, earned far more money than John.
But that didn’t seem to matter in their relationship.
Sally disliked sailing.
But loved entertaining.
While John and his friends were floating on the Chesapeake Bay. Sally was busy in their terrace house. Cooking up a storm. Ready to feed the hungry ones who arrived home with her husband.
As a young twenty something. When I entered their terrace house. My eyes couldn’t stay still.
I was gobsmacked by the simplicity. And glamour. Of their home.
It was exquisite.
Without being ostentatious.
This dinner setting. Including the floral display. And vintage cutlery. Takes me back to those early days of my adulthood.
And brings back so many lovely memories of my introduction to leading an elegant life.
What are your first memories of a beautiful table to sit at?
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Photo is courtesy of Pinterest. Kika Junqueira.
~Carol Jones, Ironing Diva❤
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