✨✨ If I could sit beside that little girl — hair in pigtails, heart full of big dreams — I’d whisper the truths it took years to learn.

That she was already loved. That the quiet strength of the women before her lived in her bones. The table where she played, hosted tea parties, and make-believe at would one day hold stories, laughter, and legacy.

This is a love letter to her — the little girl I was, the woman I became, and the legacy I’m still living out. We are an unfinished portrait. Every day, adding new textures, layers, and beauty.

Which one of these sentiments would your younger self need to hear?

🌻🌻This table was set with more than plates and napkins—it was set with memories.

I began thinking about the times we spent at my parent`s farm. Green pastures filled with Texas wildflowers covering acres like a blanket. And, the sunsets were worthy of a painting. But, mostly, I remember the family meals. Nothing fancy but oh, so fulfilling.

I set this table as a memory. From vintage dishes I`ve collected to Daddy`s favorite sunflowers picked fresh from my garden, every layer tells a little piece of my story. I paired denim placemats with eyelet napkins, bamboo flatware with vintage Metlox poppy field daisy plates, and sprinkled in a few sentimental touches—like hand-designed gingham placecards and a blue and white hostess set I adore.

It`s proof that your table doesn’t need to be perfect—it just needs to feel like you.
A little old, a little new, and a whole lot of love.

👇👇Tell me—what’s one piece you`d use to start your own table story?
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