Putting Things Together ( Le Cadeau Chapter 11 ) ( first posted on thebarefootfoodie.org on 3 Oct 2016 )

Putting Things Together ( Le Cadeau Chapter 11 )

OCTOBER 3, 2016BAREFOOT HOME

I am quite the shameless, consummate serial shopper.

Until quite recently, I was mostly preoccupied with my wardrobe and how to get the best deal out of Ebay, Amazon and Vpost with online purchases. Now, I am solely preoccupied with kitchen and pantry; and still looking for deals. Before this house grew up, I was shopping for a virtual dream house and picking up stuff along the way, either at home or abroad, with the intent of fitting them somewhere in a corner where they belong.

Mr Y felt this weighing heavily upon his shoulders as he put the finishing touches to the house. I wanted Al Fresco dining,an outdoor kitchen and a coffee bar amongst other things and along with it trudged years of stray, accumulated odds and ends which I considered cute but Mr Y sadly did not.

Despite his protests ( which I did not take seriously ) the man rose to the occasion and managed to place several of the strays into their rightful places. When I responded with exaggerated oohs and aahs ( for dramatic effect ), he merely shrugged and I swear I detected a twinkle in those bright eyes!

Mr Y - I don't wanna see any more strays... — Mr Y – I don’t wanna see any more strays…

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