The Swenglish Home

And they came bearing gifts...

For a few glorious days, our house has been more Swedish than usual. If you were to ask the man in the house, he would probably say it is Swedish enough as it is, thank you very much, but with a dear childhood friend and her daughter visiting, the Swedishness levels rose to beautiful heights. Swedish chitter-chatter at hair-raising speeds, Swedish laughter echoing from wall to wall and that cosy, fluffy feeling of being connected to your past again. There is something special about relationships with friends who have known you through many different stages of your life.

And they came bearing gifts. As if they had peered into my slightly shabby psyche, as if they knew exactly what tickles my decorating desires these days, without having seen me or my home for years... they came bearing two yummy tealight holders, sensually shabby and wrapped in a metal net that makes them different from anything I have seen before.

My friends have now left to go back to Sweden. Their Swedish laughter still echoes from the walls, even if faded now. The tealights speak of precious memories, old and new, and I light them again, just to hold on to that fluffy feeling for a little bit longer.