Now, let me tell ya somethin’, ya see, it’s a bad omen if ya shake out a tablecloth after dark. Ain’t no good come from that. Them old folks, they used to say, “Don’t you dare!” It’s all about respectin’ the ways that been passed down. If you ask me, that’s just the way things go around here—don’t mess with the night, it’s a time for rest, not for stirrin’ things up, especially somethin’ like a tablecloth. Now, I reckon some of ya might be wonderin’ why, but I’ll tell ya, it’s a matter of good luck. And who wants bad luck, huh?
Tablecloths are for protectin’ your table, that’s right. I know some of ya might not care too much about that, but trust me, if ya don’t put a pad down first, it ain’t really protectin’ nothin’. All that mess spills right through. Just like when you don’t sweep up the crumbs after dinner, they end up everywhere, don’t they? And when the night comes, you best be takin’ care of things the right way—keep it peaceful and undisturbed.
Now, some might say it’s just superstition, but where I come from, we hold onto them old beliefs. There’s no harm in followin’ a little caution. Think of it like this: you wouldn’t go out in the rain without your coat, would ya? No, you wouldn’t. Same idea, really. You don’t mess with things after dark. It’s like stirrin’ a pot after the sun sets. You stir it all up, and next thing ya know, you’ve invited a mess into your home. So, don’t be the one to make the mistake. Respect the hours of nightfall.
And let me tell ya, when you’re takin’ care of your home, you gotta be mindful of every little thing. Tablecloths and pads—they got their purpose. You don’t just throw them around. That’s like throwin’ out your good luck. My grandma used to say, “If ya treat things right, they’ll treat you right.” Simple as that. You gotta follow them little rules, they add up over time, keepin’ ya safe from what ya don’t see comin’.
Now, I don’t know about all them fancy modern folk, but in my house, we don’t shake out a tablecloth after dark. And it ain’t just ‘cause of the old wives’ tales. It’s a matter of respect. Respect for the day, for the table, for the cloth, for everything. Ya do things right, and things go smooth. That’s how it’s always been.
Some might tell ya, “Oh, it’s just a cloth, shake it out whenever,” but if you ask me, that’s where they’re wrong. If ya don’t wanna invite trouble, you’ll leave that cloth be till the mornin’. I don’t care how clean it looks, how ready it is for foldin’. Ya don’t mess with it once the sun’s gone down. You wouldn’t open an umbrella inside, would ya? Well, same goes for a tablecloth. Let the night have its peace.
Ya see, there’s a lotta little things like this we take for granted, but they add up. If we just followed the old ways a bit more, maybe we’d have fewer mishaps in our lives. It’s not about bein’ old-fashioned or stubborn; it’s about livin’ in harmony with what’s around us. When you take care of the little things, they take care of the big things for you.
So, next time you go to shake out your tablecloth, just remember: if the sun’s down, you leave it alone. Ain’t no rush to fold it up, and ain’t no rush to start stirrin’ up trouble. Let it wait ‘til the next day, and you’ll see, things’ll go smoother that way. Trust in the old ways; they ain’t failed yet.
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