Sunday, November 13, 2011
Sunday Afternoon Tea
The blustery days of this past week have pretty much taken most of the leaves from the trees. It now looks and feels like November. Which has brought with it some fall housecleaning... both heavy duty and of the puttering kind.
For instance, along with organizing the garage I've been tweaking the tall bookshelves in the living room, thinking about places like Oxford, and pondering the coming Holidays, looking through some old Victorias which are kept in two vintage suitcases (the kind one would take while riding The Orient Express), and snuggling on the living room sofa at the end of the day re-reading A City of Bells... as with my cleaning, just a little at a time.
This rather unusual wafting of thoughts through my mind came together in ponderings about Traditions and all that is Lovely and how one can Create a room to reflect the person one has become. Now that it is that time of year when what is inside a house takes new importance and the Holidays are nearer on our calendar.
As I wrote last week, my house is decorated in a very Mole-ish way. Although I have great respect for Martha's ability to teach me the techniques of cooking and cleaning... it is definitely in the spirit of Mole that I find my style... you know, the candle light and the old books and the cushy chairs and the throws and pictures of family here and about.
Mole would definitely keep old copies of favorite reading materials in vintage suitcases while his more explorative friends would fill them with clothing and be off on another adventure. I would hope when my friends and family are experiencing far off places... they think fondly of my little home and the day they will once again share from the larder.
I think I will continue to ponder the mysteries of life such as our need for Tradition and having a Place and Becoming and Holidays. They will (hopefully) take thought and then words for another Sunday. But this weekend, I'm still thinking of Mole and Home and being cozy and peaceful inside as the winds are raging through the forest.
I have finished re-reading my book and now feel the need to pull White Christmas off the shelves... dust it off... make some popcorn and hot chocolate with just a few marshmallows (mini, of course)... and enjoy another time and place...where only old movies can take us.