There’s something about spring that makes dinner feel like an occasion again. The days are longer, flowers are blooming, and suddenly setting the table feels just as important as what’s being served.

I’ve loved “tablescaping” for as long as I can remember. Growing up, I’d jump at any excuse to set the table—Sunday dinners, holidays, even regular weeknights. I went through a serious napkin-folding phase (I’m talking flowers, hearts, animals…I’d even refold them at restaurants). At home, I’d use wrapping paper as a makeshift runner, sprinkle confetti around (much to my mother’s annoyance), and rummage through drawers for anything remotely decorative.

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