My letter of the 9 September is all about the container having arrived from Le Havre, the movers off loading the furniture and boxes into the correct rooms, unwrapping the furniture and placing it where we wanted them. |
| My furniture arrangement in the lounge. |
Its a Tuesday, the children are at the Halte Garderie and I am having a cafe au lait in the 9th Arrondissement in Paris. Writing to Mom, sketching layouts for her and providing all the details about setting up the house.
Not only is the wallpaper getting coverage again, this time I mention that the house 'is unreal, not one cupboard or shelf anywhere, except a bathroom cupboard and 3 kitchen cupboards'. The French also move with all their light fittings, so we took a trip to La Defense on the SNCF to shop for new fittings.
'By midday they were done. We then gave them beers while we despaired of ever fitting in all our things into the house.' Somethings never change about ourselves, I still thank I am clever with layouts and interiors, 'missed my vocation should have been an interior decorator'.
As I move around our different places I take pleasure in the feel of the spaces, I potter, I rearrange, put flowers in a vase, light candles and if I was writing a letter to Mom now, it would still include details about what I see around me.
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