It would be strange if they were pink again. That would seem like happenstance was carving out a new tradition!

My mother inherited a table recently which is joining her after a journey through the family tree. Recently it belonged to a cousin and his wife who have sadly now both died, before that to my great aunt, and before that we think to her mother, who lived in the farmhouse where my mother grew up. Now it has a new incarnation and it looks beautiful with cards, candles and Christmas greenery on.

I love these objects that stay with us.