Sacha who has teased me about having a home full of old thinks is starting to look very 19th century-ish. He has a moustache that curls at the ends… yes it is very vogue now, I get it… though he fits that look, and fits very nicely at home with the old things from that belle-epoque, I like to tease.
The Moustache.
I asked if wanted to wear one of my 19th century linen shirts, he didn't say no.
A few weeks ago when Sacha was home between classes he said,
"Mom you know how I have teased you about our home, how we have mirrors you cannot see in, chairs that do not sit comfortably, keys instead of handles… Well actually I do not mind. I have been in many homes over the last few years, and even though those homes are comfortable, nice and all, you mom are creative and your style is very appealing, I love how our home looks."
Dang if he had asked me for a car I would have given him one.
Who needs anything when you have someone who "gets" you and says so? It is like love on a platter with a big spoon.
Oh that Must Dash, my Boylo, is quite a dashing Franco-Americain!
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