napkin ring roundup

I’m one of those die-hard napkin nuts- a pretty napkin makes a table. I was raised in a cloth-only household, and I take great pride in ironing mine to crispness and setting our table each night- even the wee ones get a real deal napp’un. So it only figures that I die over the below napkin rings, even if they do create a bit of artful chotchke on the table once removed. The hot pink World’s Fair 1939 vintage bakelite perisphere one takes the cake- and they also exist (though rare) in root beer bakelite, aka “poor man’s tortoise”! Die again.