We arrived in Rennes after a six hour train ride. It usually takes twelve hours by car. As soon as we walked into my Belle-Mere's (mother-in-law in French, which means: Beautiful Mother.) home lunch was ready, she is organized like that.
We had a light lunch on the train, but that did not prevent us from being polite… we sat down to homemade split pea soup, sauteed shrimps with herbs, rice, salad, a cheese course, baguette and baked apples.
When my Belle Mere wasn't looking I filled my cheeks with air, pierced my lips tight, crossed my eyes and kicked French Husband's leg under the table.
Thankfully, I brought elastic waist bands and baggy dresses.
As you can see my Belle Mere lives in a French antique shop. Not really, but it seems that way. I could easily stuff myself silly with her beautiful things.
The armoire, oh that armoire, it is a treasure chest. Setting the table is the greatest pleasure, each object has a story. Stories too feed the soul.
I told French Husband and his nephew (who came to dinner last night) that we were going to play a guessing game, whoever knew the stories behind each objects in the armoire would win the object as a prize. They thought I was serious until they looked at my Belle Mere who without even moving a muscle, uttering a word, or wrinkling her nose told them it wasn't so.
Burst my bubble.
I know I would win.
After lunch and before tea French Husband helped his mom with some paperwork.
I eyed the armoire.
I licked my lips.
I felt at home and went searching for Queen – a – men.
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If you had to pick one thing from an armoire full of treasures what would you pick?
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