“Oh, domesticity! The wonder of dinner plates and cream pitchers. You know your friends by their ornaments. You want everything. If Mrs. A has her Mama’s old jelly mold, you want one too and everything that goes with it – the family, the traditions, the years of having jelly molded in it. We domestic sensualists live in a state of longing, no matter how comfortable our places are.”

The Lone Pilgrim. Laurie Colwin.

Ah. That’s what we are: domestic sensualists,  forever longing for history and home. Even when we are creating it, living there, making home, making history.

Yes, even then.