Thursday, April 29, 2010


Really, they are just fabric.  Brought to America from Holland, passed from father-in-law to daughter-in-law, then again from mother-in-law to daughter-in-law.

They've hung in my kitchen for as long as I can remember.  I'm as familiar with their pattern as with the street that they obscure behind them.  But until today, I didn't know how they changed the light.  When I took them down this afternoon, I discovered I don't know the house that is filled with this light; it is foreign.

Their absence is just one more evidence that this isn't my house anymore.  Somehow, it is the one that is most glaring (at least for today; tomorrow, when items start to disappear, only to reappear at another house will have its own moments.) 

They are just curtains.  I knew that.  I didn't know they were also something that made my house home.


Isabel said...

I know exactly how you feel.

Like I said before, I had a really hard time when we sold our first house. I think my hang up was that I allowed myself to picture myself bringing babies home from the hospital to THAT house.

I never got that chance.

I wonder if I'll be as sad with the next house we sale. Do you think you will be?

Amy Sorensen said...

A cool's your thing for today. The thing you learned! And you get to take the curtains with you are taking the light with you, too!

Hope the packing is going well!

Lucy said...

What a beautiful thought.

Can't wait to see your new digs soon!

Ginger said...

It's just a house! Just kidding. I wouldn't know how to be attached to a house...yet. Good luck with everything, the curtains are pretty!

Apryl said...

Those antique curtains are freakin' rad. They'll make your new house even better.