Those two words conjure up images of squeaky sneakers of sweaty socks, I know.
But when I saw these at my friend’s shop last week I had another vision in mind…
In this vision, the vintage beauties were not housing gym uniforms, but ironstone and crisp white linens.
With beautiful silver and fresh flowers perched on top.
Far, far from the land of sweat socks.
Have a beautiful weekend, friends!
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