Sunday, April 20, 2014
Dreaming of France -- Pre-France Preparation
Please join this weekly meme. Grab a copy of the photo above and link back to An Accidental Blog. Share with the rest of us your passion for France. Did you read a good book set in France? See a movie? Take a photo? Have an adventure? Eat a fabulous meal or even a pastry? Or if you're in France now, go ahead and lord it over the rest of us. We can take it.
I dream about moving to France a lot.
For a while it seemed really far away, but now, with my youngest graduating high school and going off to college in the fall, it feels closer.
And I'm buying into the philosophy that you should start living your life the way you want it to be.
It's gotten to the point where anything I buy, I stop to think, would I move this with me to France.
I'm running short of dish cloths for washing dishes, but I haven't bought any new ones, thinking of all those beautiful cloths I can buy in France.
For my birthday, I got some stackable espresso cups. They were plain white and kind of squat rather than
shot glass shaped. They were sensible, but they weren't something I would take when I moved to France. So I returned them and bought two cups in shades of blue and white.
They are definitely something I would wrap in thick paper and pack in a box to go overseas to my new home in France. I can even picture myself sitting on a balcony sipping espresso in these little cups while I gaze at the view of rolling hills that leads down to a village with a stone church, the spire stretching above the rest of the town.
I'd add a sugar cube, the kind you can find in France, wrapped in paper. And I'd use a tiny metal spoon to stir up the sugar until it dissolved as I watched the sun sink in the sky and I kept my refuge under the shade of a a gnarled olive tree.
Now I get to dream of France every day. Whenever I think I need to buy something new, I ask myself, "Would I take this to France?"
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