The rattan valise or Chinese lunchbox or clearly most charming thing ever arrived last week. It was the only item that I purchased on our vacation other than food and newspapers. From a high shelf in one of my favorite shops, she winked at me and I did think we had a lot in common. Bill and the boys agreed, "You have to get it," they cheered. So I did.
She arrived by post and the newly-teenaged middle boy had to wait while I rescued her from the box.
"This is so silly. I have no idea what I'm going to do with it," I confessed as I pulled it from the popcorn.
"Do you love it?" he asked.
"I do," I admitted, sliding the pin from the latch and opening it to peek inside.
"Are you going to Instagram it?" he teased. "Hash tag 'swag,' hash tag 'YOLO'?"
I looked up, "YOLO?"
"Mom," he rolled his eyes letting me know how truly hopeless I am, "You only live once."
Indeed.Labels: Mrs. B at Home, Musings from the Dream House
