Fancy or not?
Walking into my aunt Francey’s home was like walking into the world of the rich and famous. The phrase walking on eggshells comes to mind when even thinking of entering my aunt’s house.
Walking into my home is for me a breath of fresh air.
All over the house at my aunt’s home are beautiful dishes purchased in places such as China, Spain, and France. It is wonderful to look at the very pretty things but since they are sitting on little tables I am always afraid of knocking one off and breaking one.
At our house we have all manner of things laying around such as the stuffed bear I got for Christmas this last year, dog toys, and cat toys.
My aunt’s house is clean beyond belief. Every time I even go to the bathroom I feel as though I should not dry my hands on the freshly cleaned towel left at the side of the sink.
Our house is far from dust free. We do our best to keep things clean but don’t worry one bit if you get the towels dirty. After all, is this not why they invented washers and dryers?
When one sits down at my aunt’s house to chat it is on furniture that looks like it was made for a king and queen. The pillows are placed just so and on the end tables are those little doily things with fancy figurines sitting on them. I don’t dare touch a thing for fear of breaking something.
At our house we have used furniture that has been sat on, peuked on, slept on and well, you get the picture. Again, we do our best to keep clean but all manner of fur lies on the couch and so you are likely to leave looking like a collector of animal fur.
Sitting down to a meal at my aunts is an experience of its own. I sit there looking at all the spoons, knives and forks trying to remember what I was taught about which fork one were to use for what part of the meal. It makes my head ache just thinking about it.
At our house we own old sets of dishes that were handed down to us from childhood. A plate is missing because we dropped it while trying to be a big kid to bring it out to the kitchen when we were about six years old. We are known to bring out the paper plates and plastic ware when we just don’t feel like taking the time to load the dishwasher.
One watches their p’s and q’s at my aunt’s house. One would surely never swear for any reason while in conversation at her house. Remember how we were told that our mouths would be washed out with soap if we used words unfitting for a child? Yeah, that is how it is at her home.
At our house if you say “shit” I am surely not going to call the language police. Gee whiz just say your peace and let come out what will.
At my aunts house she was always dressed like she was going to a fancy affair at a moments notice. I will never get over seeing her ware pearls and high heals just to wash the dishes.
At my house it is not uncommon to see us in slippers and sweat pants while doing the laundry. I only get dressed up for commission meetings and to go to weddings/funerals. Any other time I see no reason why jeans and a t-shirt are not good enough to lounge in.
So yeah, the short story is I loved my aunt Francey dearly but her lifestyle was not for me. I am all for the simple things in life.
Walking into my home is for me a breath of fresh air.
All over the house at my aunt’s home are beautiful dishes purchased in places such as China, Spain, and France. It is wonderful to look at the very pretty things but since they are sitting on little tables I am always afraid of knocking one off and breaking one.
At our house we have all manner of things laying around such as the stuffed bear I got for Christmas this last year, dog toys, and cat toys.
My aunt’s house is clean beyond belief. Every time I even go to the bathroom I feel as though I should not dry my hands on the freshly cleaned towel left at the side of the sink.
Our house is far from dust free. We do our best to keep things clean but don’t worry one bit if you get the towels dirty. After all, is this not why they invented washers and dryers?
When one sits down at my aunt’s house to chat it is on furniture that looks like it was made for a king and queen. The pillows are placed just so and on the end tables are those little doily things with fancy figurines sitting on them. I don’t dare touch a thing for fear of breaking something.
At our house we have used furniture that has been sat on, peuked on, slept on and well, you get the picture. Again, we do our best to keep clean but all manner of fur lies on the couch and so you are likely to leave looking like a collector of animal fur.
Sitting down to a meal at my aunts is an experience of its own. I sit there looking at all the spoons, knives and forks trying to remember what I was taught about which fork one were to use for what part of the meal. It makes my head ache just thinking about it.
At our house we own old sets of dishes that were handed down to us from childhood. A plate is missing because we dropped it while trying to be a big kid to bring it out to the kitchen when we were about six years old. We are known to bring out the paper plates and plastic ware when we just don’t feel like taking the time to load the dishwasher.
One watches their p’s and q’s at my aunt’s house. One would surely never swear for any reason while in conversation at her house. Remember how we were told that our mouths would be washed out with soap if we used words unfitting for a child? Yeah, that is how it is at her home.
At our house if you say “shit” I am surely not going to call the language police. Gee whiz just say your peace and let come out what will.
At my aunts house she was always dressed like she was going to a fancy affair at a moments notice. I will never get over seeing her ware pearls and high heals just to wash the dishes.
At my house it is not uncommon to see us in slippers and sweat pants while doing the laundry. I only get dressed up for commission meetings and to go to weddings/funerals. Any other time I see no reason why jeans and a t-shirt are not good enough to lounge in.
So yeah, the short story is I loved my aunt Francey dearly but her lifestyle was not for me. I am all for the simple things in life.