Dominican Oaks Chardonnay Unoaked 2010
We can't get rid of our family's things. We became grownup orphans a long time ago, and some of our parent's and grandparent's things became our things and we can't get rid of them.
Tom could, maybe. In fact, except for the original, framed blueprints of the post-war house we live in, his office is furnished with modern whimsy and handcrafted furniture he made in our garage.
My office is furnished with my mother's library table, my great-grandmother's kitchen table, and an antique French marble lavatory that serves no useful purpose except that it's pretty and my mother was with me when I found it at a sale. Sentimental because we didn't shop together but three times in my life. She told me not to buy it, but as usual, I didn't listen to Mom. I still hear her. I listen all the time, now.
Pour a glass (this wine makes an excellent choice, especially since it was just $13 at the Big Box Monument To Alcohol), sit back (is that a blush of orange we're tasting?) and we can give you the lengthy history of practically everything in our home. (It is orange! So mellow, fresh, lovely.) Actually, there's even a story to go with the modern flat screen TV, but we'll save that for another time. It's a good one. Let's just say, the FBI was involved.