like buns and a glass of fresh milk

I love their house. like buns and a glass of fresh milk. feeling snug and toasty by the fire. I love that I am startled by postcards, artwork, photography and antiques everytime I turn round a scanty corner. I love that you can get lost looking for the bathroom. if I ever buy a house, I want it to be like it. a recollection of memories, of myself, and of love.

everytime they invite us for dinner we are expecting to meet new people. and we love meeting new people. yet it was one of those evenings you repeat your lines over and over in your head wishing you had a disposable napkin to jot them down before throwing them inappropriately into random discussions about art fairs, swiss movies and an odd place in Normandy called Berk Plage. and of course, food. French always talk about food. it was one of those nights you literally jump off your chair everytime you hear "Mommy!" and run away from profound conversations about Bali impossible to mingle with babyhood expertise and mother-to-mother support.

silence encloses and glints unveil two sleeping angels in the backseat of my car.

my trophy boys.

it was one of those moments you briefly question yourself. but not your life.

Comments

[la vie en rose]

your desciption of the house reminds me of my aunts...so cozy, that make-you-feel-at-home-even-though-it's-not-your-home kind of place, and her sense of style...always something new and whimsical...i could look for days and see something new every time...a priceless adventure always...

and i too understand that doubt that sometimes creeps up when i'm with certain people...i know it...just remember you have plenty of fans out there who think both you and your life are amazing...

[Heather]

ug, that party sounds a bit much for me, those are the kind I find myself having to excuse myself to go to the restroom alot where I can just chill out by myself for a few minutes before going out to make conversation again. The house sounds cool though.

[blackbird]

K and I are the only ones in one of our circles to have children. Sometimes it is hard to spend time with them when they haven't the first clue about asthma and report cards and curfews... no matter how much I like the people.

[christina]

Irene, as usual, your writing blows me away. You always manage to say SO MUCH in the few lines you delicately scatter about. I want that kind of house too--one that feels abundant and full of the things of life--and I totally related to that feeling--questioning yourself but not your life, as you put it.

[christina]

I just read your first paragraph again and it's so wonderful I printed it out. I want to remember it when I'm trying to find the house I want to live in.

[kassi]

I love those moments when my children "save me" from conversations that I would otherwise have to endure or take part in. I'm comfortable in my mommy skin.

[Steph.]

Trophy boys...I love that! You have such an interesting take on life and I love the way you describe things, Irene.

[bella]

Berk Plage - sounds silly but most likely, beautiful. Maybe the next time, dinner and conversation will be more interesting?

[Charmaine]

Eclectic houses are always fun. Hold on to that dream of having one someday, Irene. And like others have said, your writing is creative, full of tangible images and I'd love to read more. Have you done much short-story writing?

[jakapk]

Wonderful post Irene, your home is already filled with so much love,comfort and joy.

[Alex]

you live life elegantly

[melanie]

you are so amazing with words. the house sounds wonderful, i love places like that and wish i could accomplish making my own home cozy and full of character. i can relate to awkward evenings and the pesky inner voice that pops up after difficult situations like that, too. you put it into perspective so well though, 'you briefly question yourself. but not your life.'

[jenny vorwaller]

i would love to see that house too. sounds divine, comforting and i think you'll have one just like it too...