A message on my mobile phone from friend T.:
'Hi Celin, I have cinnamon rolls. Are you coming over?'

I bike through the rain and ring her door at 9.05 a.m.
Although it is early in the morning the candles are burning. T. always lights them, no matter what time it is. I don't know if it's a White Russian thing to do but I love it. It gives a special glow to the moment, like there's no rush. And it makes me feel special.

We sit at the antique dining table. The living room is like a jewelry box filled with things from past times. Lots of lamps, piles of old books, romantic crockery, antique figurines looking at you from every corner, framed portraits of women in white lace dresses. A pair of small angel wings between lots of things in the windowsill.

'Tastes good?' T. asks.
'Heavenly', I say.


6 opmerkingen:

  1. Alleen al t mooie bordje en zeker t vorkje moet dit extra lekker hebben doen smaken. Wat een lieve vriendin!

  2. Dat lijkt me nou heerlijk! (lijkt? ja, nog nooit gehad!)

  3. mmmm...
    doet me denken aan mijn broer
    aan Finland
    aan het fijne cafe waar ze
    groot en nog warm zijn

    ik heb een post gemaakt
    over je fijne kopjes!

    Patrice A.

  4. I just discovered your shop from Etsy.
    Love your products and love reading your blog.
    I am going to order a teapot soon.
    I am living in Turkey/istanbul and i hope you can send to my country.
    I also have a shop on Etsy,doing pillow covers.
    Such a joy for me to find you.
    Best wishes

    1. Ofcourse I can send to your country! Thank you so much for the nice comments! Please send me your Etsy shop info, so I can have a look at your work! Kind regards, Celinda