Solitary romance

IMG_5392I dine by candlelight thrice daily.

“Why waste romance on one meal alone?” I once asked myself. There seemed no justifiable reason to do so, so I’ve romanced myself at breakfast, lunch and dinner ever since.

The candles that cast the light by which I eat stand in various and sundry mismatched holders: a tall, white, ceramic and daintily painted one from my mother’s former home is paired Abbot-and-Costello-like with a short golden-clear bulbous one I found at The Pomegranate (my favourite antique store in North Hatley, Quebec, Canada). Continue reading