Unlike Phoebe, at our home we’re dealing with an electronic birthday candle that has been refusing to die all day!!!!! Even after the birthday boy got irritated and subject the said candle to water boarding. In the end it has ended up in a dumpster wrapped in an old tea towel. And when I turned around to leave, this is what I heard….
PS: 6:45 AM – I’m leaving from mums place and it’s still ringing.
Post PS edit: 10:37 AM – received this message from the SIL – “Di this thing is still ringing 😩”.
Opened the cutlery cabinet to help set the table for lunch at my mum’s place and caught sight of something that I hadn’t laid eyes on in over 15 years – my mother’s wedding china. I’ve been staring with reverence at the scalloped edges, the gold trim and the painted roses bordering these 35 year old dinner plates that hold so much of my family’s memories.
With time newer, fancier, lighter and non traditional dinnerware have been adorning my parents dining table. But the one with the painted roses will always remain the perfect set to me.
Oh I’m definitely considering making 50 cups of chai with varying sugar levels, for 50 people in one go as a supreme accomplishment 😎.
My parents home has never looked prettier than it did today when it doubled as the venue for Scooby’s mehendi. With so many of our friends attending the event, the house is ringing with laughter and joy in all corners.
Like today, when I found out that she has hoarded away all the goodies that I got her from Neuhaus, Godiva & Lindt and has been lounging in her garden all morning clutching on to a tin of m&m’s.
And as it always happens when I get back from Europe, I’m craving croissants for breakfast.
The rich bounty hanging from my dads lemon trees seem to be ripening nicely under the hot sun. I’m anticipating cool jugs of lemonade to help with the sweltering hot days of summer. At this rate my folks seem well on their way to replicating the kitchen garden at my grandparents house in Coorg. I can almost see my grandmother walking amongst her vegetable patch choosing ingredients for the meal she planned to cook for the family late in the morning everyday.
In a surprising discovery, there seem to be few pleasures comparable to the satisfaction of picking tomatoes directly off the vine.
……..greatly involves, as I have discovered, giving into just about all things overflowing with colour and charm (and accompanied with a hefty price tag). As the day is drawing closer, I’m constantly struck by the idea that my baby brother who I have bullied/swung around/carried/imprinted my music choices upon/exerted rights over/championed causes in favour of/taught enough things constructive (and some that are hugely detrimental) is all grown up and is entering a new phase in his life. Matrimony is such a huge step for me to see this little boy take.
It feels like the end of an era. It’s just been a small family of the four of us for a really long time and even though I’m sure my home and heart will be happy and learn to accommodate as my family grows , I feel like holding on to these last few days filled with just us.
And for that I’m grateful for moments I can cherish, like today morning in my mums garden of wonders. Such a lovely summer day with the sound of birds in the air and squirrels scampering around us, yummy breakfast accompanied by cups of delicious coffee, spirited banter and that feeling of comfort that no place other than home is capable of inducing.
In the meantime, the kid brother wants to leave presents for me in my room and my mother ended up giggling like a super excited school girl as I struggled to open the gift wrapping. I love love love the upturned nose-ish wordings on the cute as a button coffee mug 😉.
In other news, I’ve discovered to my surprise that after all these years I still seem to enjoy jewellery shopping a little more than one should. In that aspect at least I seem to mirror mums enthusiasm. Makes one wonder as to how far the acorn fell after all.