We have been blessed with a boy with a very artistic spirit, probably genes he inherited from all sides of the family, as (with very few exceptions) pretty much everyone has a keen eye for beauty. With him it manifests in many ways - every time warming my soul in a special way.
A few days ago he insisted we make a special dinner - from the menu (vegetable borsh, penne with shrimp, and ice cream) to the actual setting:
See, he wasn't content to bring the 'golden' table cloth, with the matching napkins (the set we use on special occasions only), good wine glasses, and the silverware for special holidays (I managed to say 'absolutely not!' to the golden-rimmed plates set :) as much as I love them it would feel like Christmas and I don't want to think about winter right now!)...
... he absolutely needed flowers too! He personally picked them from the backyard - and was happy only when the colours went well together.
As he put it: "the soft green of the mint provides a calm background for the bright red; and the small yellow flower just 'pops' on the red; the purple - softens and brings everything together"... yes, I think I can rely on him for my colour needs :)
And how can one be happy just putting ice-cream in the cups and adding a pop of colour?! Nooo, sir, we must add "the finishing touch" - a bit of sauce spread quite skilfully (the sauce wasn't the one to stick, though, I think I must make him some for future fancy dinners like this one).
Just a couple of days later we stumbled upon a huge end-of-summer sale and we finally got some backyard furniture (anybody knows when do they have indoor furniture sales?! :) ). After lots of pulling, pushing and usage of a fancy screwdriver (it was from one of those Swedish stores, where you put it together yourself) we have managed to put one set together. Right when the night fell... but that couldn't stop us from having a light dinner outside, could it?!
How do you make it light and counting? One word for you: fancy. So here we are again, in need of outdoor fanciness.
Outdoor fanciness is achieved with (again) the 'fancy' wine glasses, candles, Niagara-on-the-Lake wine-and-fruit spread, small canapes, some prosciutto and olives, all presented in 'fancy' dishes (the smaller, the fancier).
Gourmet dinner at your service!
The day before, while shopping for groceries, he got inside the 'cool room' at the store, the room where they keep the cut flowers. In there I usually enter just to 'rinse my eyes' - it is full of beautiful colours (and some fragrance too), and magnificent shapes, and I don't really need to get them home every time, but I do need to see them, to touch the softness of the petals, to feel like I am in a royal garden.
He insisted to pick some roses for me - I am really not sure why he decided upon roses. Those majestic ones you see in the movies a dozen in a box. He didn't want a dozen, he only wanted 3... and he wanted them pink. Why?! Apparently yellow is not my favourite colour (it is not, indeed), and white is too bland, and (in his exact words:) "red is too romantic, that's daddy's job to bring you red roses".
Can't say I can argue with the child - but I can say I was surprised by his wisdom and his perfect 'touch'. I know he is smart and very diplomatic (he has an innate ability to say the perfect thing at the right time, and to choose his words carefully as to not hurt anybody's feelings - present or not), I know he observes the smallest details, but I was still surprised to hear that comment.
Aren't these the perfect 'blushing' roses you've ever seen?!
Wishing you a joyful and joyous day: may you find your special moments too!