That's the new chest freezer over there, under the tablecloth and cake plate.
I wasn't going to try to gussy it up, but there was this increasingly nagging whine coming from the linen closet. Cranky had spirited away a little sackful of family heirloom linens after his parents died. I remembered most of them being doily-size; not much bigger. A regular table-size tablecloth would drown the freezer; I wasn't even looking for one.
But there was this persistent drone. So I investigated.
Wow. A little, perfectly petite square, hand embroidered. Plain white. Just the right size for a children's tea party.
Or the new chest freezer.