I love this so much! Sometimes, when I'm feeling blue, I get out the china I inherited from my grandma. It really perks me up to eat off the Wedgewood "Damask Rose" -- and then I always wonder why I don't just use it every day.
The scene you described—you and your husband cooking together—is a sensory, aspirational masterpiece. At this point in my life, I can only live it vicariously through others’ words; my husband is DEFINITELY not my kitchen partner!
I so love this! It's a lovely story...simple, readl, very "Clare" -- "very" just about anyone.
I love this so much! Sometimes, when I'm feeling blue, I get out the china I inherited from my grandma. It really perks me up to eat off the Wedgewood "Damask Rose" -- and then I always wonder why I don't just use it every day.
Oh, I love that!
The scene you described—you and your husband cooking together—is a sensory, aspirational masterpiece. At this point in my life, I can only live it vicariously through others’ words; my husband is DEFINITELY not my kitchen partner!