Old furniture and other rantings
Today Jeff, Kate and I went to pick up an old Sofa and chairs that we bought in a garage Sale on sunday, they were nice and asked me my opinion, I didn't liked them and had to tell them the truth, but I stayed open and told them that if they really liked them they can buy them for the appartment.
The furniture is pretty old and the armrests are all peeled off, the tissue is red velvet with a 70's style. They look old, but not antique. Jeff likes them and I agree on buying them; boy, soemtimes it surprises myself how open-minded I can be.
On another note I feel that lately when we hang around togheter they start to talk a lot about stuff they know back in France, make jokes that I don't understand or talk about people or things that we don't know about here, it makes me feel isolated and I hate that. We discussed about it, but there's nothing I can do, cause they are two and they share the same french cultural background. Frustrating.
The furniture is pretty old and the armrests are all peeled off, the tissue is red velvet with a 70's style. They look old, but not antique. Jeff likes them and I agree on buying them; boy, soemtimes it surprises myself how open-minded I can be.
On another note I feel that lately when we hang around togheter they start to talk a lot about stuff they know back in France, make jokes that I don't understand or talk about people or things that we don't know about here, it makes me feel isolated and I hate that. We discussed about it, but there's nothing I can do, cause they are two and they share the same french cultural background. Frustrating.