My sons are home! The washing machine and dishwasher rumble incessantly, there is never enough milk, bread, cereal or red wine, casseroles bubble on the stove and the mother in me stirs and purrs contentedly, testosterone drifting through the house as their deep voices mingle and merge.
So why, I wonder, did I take a detour on my way to stock up again at Waitrose, to trawl through the racks of sale price clothes in Fat Face, discarding the sensible sweat shirts and fleecy, warm zippy things and finding my way to the little white, lacy, strappy vest top, to be secreted amongst the carrots and potatoes and meat and cheese? Perhaps my mind had drifted towards the Man in the Pink Shirt, currently battling the wind and tides somewhere off the South Coast, no doubt swathed in utilitarian waterproofs?
I suppose I could always hide it under a sensible fleece if I go sailing with him again. Only I would know it was there, surely. After all, if he had wanted a sensible woman, what on earth is he doing with me?
Oooh Marianne, methinks you are rather taken with him ...
ReplyDeleteQuite right Marianne! I'm sure it would make his day if such a pretty thing were to pop up from beneath a sober fleece.
ReplyDeleteAnd if it didn't - well, as you say, he can't have been the one for you anyway...
Am off to Italy on Saturday, so won't be able to watch for more posts of yours. Back in early September. (Hope you have another trip out on the boat!)
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ReplyDeletePossibly M&M.
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely holiday Beatrice and lets organise something when you get back.
Tis Luuurrrve, that's making you buy frivolous things!
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't take much to make me buy frivolous things PITK, but point taken.
ReplyDeleteloved your lacy purchase. i am all for wearing lovely things under utilitarian clothes. always wear my most frivolous underwear when in frumpy black suit mode at work and often wear spectacular knickers under my old gardening clothes just to get my money's worth, as my gran would say in other circumstances.
ReplyDeleteTestosterone drifting through the house? Sounds gorgeous. Waft some my way, would you?
ReplyDeleteLove this feeling of all the chicks back in the nest. My four will all be here together for the first time since September next week. Can't wait.
ReplyDeleteAnd all for the lacy little top under the fleece. You never know,we may get a sudden Indian summer.
I meant February of course. Silly me.
ReplyDeleteHello Elizabeth, hope you let a sliver of lace peep through under your frumpy black suits. Make everyone's day!
ReplyDeleteOM. given that you have a son, you will soon have plenty of testosterone wafting your way. Love my big boys.
Have a lovely time with your chicks @themill. I adore having them all home together - we rarely manage it as someone is always working/has plans. Sadly things are breaking up now, one is already back in London, the other off today after roast chicken and plum pie.
An Indian summer would be bliss.
Made me smile to think of them in the nest, and all that washing! My pair are still young 6+14 and I dread the day when they will leave me...
ReplyDeleteWhy is it we always feel better and more confident with nice underwear on whatever we wear on the outside! And as my Nan used to say, kyou never know when you might get run over!!
warm wishes Marianne
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Hope not to get run over anytime soon, Angel. Enjoy your chicks, but remember that they leave so slowly you hardly notice, and then they keep coming back, so you can OD on mothering to your heart's content.
ReplyDeleteJust came across you via a very circuitous route and really pleased i did. Like what you write, totally agree on the son thing. for the first time for ever i have been without mine this weekend. i know it's the way of the future and no doubt i'll get used to it... but not yet, not yet!
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I like your style Marianne - your world sounds a lovely place to be. I just kept reading down to your Haiku, when real life interrupted me unfortunately!
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting me, I'll be back to fall under your spell again soon - good luck with that gorgeous man....
How exciting! This is like a soap opera. I may have to live vicariously...
ReplyDeleteWaitrose to Fat Face - so familiar a middle class trail, Marianne!
ReplyDeletePixie, I don't know where you are in your life, but I hope things work out. I dread the day my youngest son leaves home - that will really be testing.
ReplyDeleteJust been speaking to my gorgeous man Merryweather - he's miles away on his boat and this is hard. Thank you for reading me - will visit you again soon.
Roller coaster ride really Snuffleupagus. Quite hairy.
Unapologetic Dick. What's wrong with that?
Ah Marianne, we all need a bit of feminine lacey bits when we have a house full of testosterone - I know with a husband, two sons and three male cats and being the only woman in the house, I quite often can be found accpting deliveries from Victoria's Secret.
ReplyDeleteI look like a sack of potatoes in said ordered goodies, but at least I am in touch with my feminine side.
Pink shirt man going well then I see, good for you!
Absolutely nothing, Marianne! It's a favoured trail of ours.
ReplyDeleteNobody should be sensible Marianne, especially when it comes to men. Enjoy!!
ReplyDeleteLovely thought - you in your Victoria's Secret undies, Secretary. I'm a bit of an M&S girl myself. How did the GCSE's go? Strings of As and A*s I would guess from what you have said.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear we are treading the same path, Dick.
What a nice thought Debio and lovely to see you back. Will pop round asap.