Today is our 21st wedding anniversary. We are celebrating with friends at a football game, hardly an elegant affairs.
I've been thinking about elegance lately. My friend Yuko commented that a mutual friend found a very elegant man to marry. Elegant (from Maryland), unlike the men around here (he knows how to dance).
I once confessed to her that dinner at my house was like eating with a pack of werewolves from The Twilight series. Picture Jacob and his brothers, sparring and howling.
Yesterday I visited a local village and its elegant library. It was housed in a former university building. I relaxed for a minute, maybe two, by its enormous mahogany fireplace.
I used to be more comfortable with elegance. When my grandparents were alive we frequented country clubs and art museums. Elegance is now a rarity and I find that I tend to equate it with wealth as opposed to refinement.
But it is also poetry, classical music and art...and manners.
Should I be exposing the boys to the more elegant side of life more often? How can I infuse more elegance into our home?
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