I overheard two teenager boys in my kitchen on New Year's Eve. They were supposed to be filling up their dinner plates, but were more busy looking around. "10", the first said. "No, 11, or look 12", the second replied. They looked at each other with a funny look in their faces, broad smiles. "Have you ever seen so many nativity scenes in one house?"
"What are you doing?" I asked, laughing. "We are counting your crèches" the first boy said. "and we have found 12 different ones!". "Only 12? You are only halfway then" I could tell them smilingly. In no time the two boys were all over our place, but it took them all night and some help from both me and Marta to find all my crib sets.
I collect Christmas creches, just like I collect alot of other things. And in December I put them out, one after another, to create interesting spots around the house.
This is also what I do with other "stuff", other collections. Pieces of affection from my childhood, something gathered from my travels, pieces of bric-a-brac inherited or found at garage sales, gifts, finds.........Our home will never find it's way to the chic interior magazines, it is too old fashioned, too filled with personal stuff, too worn, to much lived in. I don't care about the magazines. What I do care about are people's hearts. When my home find its way to hearts, like it found its way to the hearts of two teenager boys on New Year's Eve, I am happy. I look around in the rooms which I call a home and my heart dances.
Photos: santons from Provences collected through several visits.
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I did not start a new blog yesterday as I had been thinking about. Instead I am putting more focus into The Blue Café.A new addition is a music section at the end of each post, ideas for music to go with the food.
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Marta loved yesterday's rømmegrøt :-)
