At home in Paris.
The Apartment is live-able, missing a few pieces such as, the massive chandelier and a sofa, and a few other things I haven't found (Though as my friend Renee said, "A designer designs a beautiful space, but a home takes time to create, piece by piece, memories from here and there.")
But it is live-able. Chelsea and Sacha came over for dinner.
Chelsea came over after work. She brought dessert.
Chocolate cake that looked like fudge and ice cream.
Sacha was checking out the bedroom, and sighed, "Why can't I live here?"
I reminded Sacha, "Chelsea and you, could both live..." Before I could finish my sentence Chelsea chimmed in, "Dibs on the bedroom."
Sacha looked at me, with his hands in the air, and I said, "I guess that means you would get the floor."
Months ago when the apartment wasn't renovated, and looked horrible they both decided they would rather rent somewhere else.
They both decided it wouldn't be good for their brother/sister "love" to live in the same place...
They get along.
They both are neat freaks.... but well Sacha takes ten hours in the bathroom... and that is no joke.
I think they regret it now.
Sacha started film school today.
Sacha had stories to tell, Chelsea of course made faces.
I think she should go into acting... clowning.
They are both my heart throb happiness, and I am grateful beyond words to be their mom.
Yann had to go back to Marseille, so he missed the dinner.
We missed him.