Affection
A framed poster. A better poster, not so much as a fancy print, not as cheap as - well, a free poster advertising an art exhibition say. Not the sort of poster to put thumbtacks into the corner, or tape up. It seems a simple thing, to actually get a frame, get a pro to do it properly, hang it well. But I've never done that before, only made do, called it good. Not like we didn't do this as inexpensively as possible, although more than we'd hoped - or entirely planned.
Every time it catches my eye, the rightness of it, I grin. Not just because it's beautiful - that was the point, the expectation. Even more, that we, probably for the first time in our lives, took the time, spend what was necessary, to really make it look right. That painting that drew us both when we met the original, we knew would find it's way to us in some form. For us, for this beautiful space we are so fortunate to have found, and get to keep, we wanted to honor that.
This is new, profoundly moving to me. Unexpected, that simple detail so rare in my life. Not just cobbling it together, and not for utilitarian ulterior motives. The blinds are done well, but those insulate. There will be other projects that I will do as well as possible.
That simple framed print somehow means a kind of commitment to doing it all as well as we can. A wedding present to this family, that now includes a house.
Beginning of another full week, starting with a late day. Reading in bed, snuggled down, well fed.
Moby snores on my feet. He's always preferred a lumpy place to snooze. Took a while for him to trust feet, but we were always careful and slow - showing him we could pet him with our feet ever so gently. Longer still for him to get used to the idea of a human head too near his body - that really freaked him out. We knew he really trusted us when I could nestle my head into his furry belly, and he would simply relax and roll further onto his back. Just as we gradually got him accustomed to being picked up - a moment, a wriggle, a delicate return to the floor. Until now, he loves a good hug, hooking his claws in and resting a chin on a shoulder. He made us earn his trust, which makes it all the more wonderful.
We are affectionate people, under the right circumstances.
Every time it catches my eye, the rightness of it, I grin. Not just because it's beautiful - that was the point, the expectation. Even more, that we, probably for the first time in our lives, took the time, spend what was necessary, to really make it look right. That painting that drew us both when we met the original, we knew would find it's way to us in some form. For us, for this beautiful space we are so fortunate to have found, and get to keep, we wanted to honor that.
This is new, profoundly moving to me. Unexpected, that simple detail so rare in my life. Not just cobbling it together, and not for utilitarian ulterior motives. The blinds are done well, but those insulate. There will be other projects that I will do as well as possible.
That simple framed print somehow means a kind of commitment to doing it all as well as we can. A wedding present to this family, that now includes a house.
Beginning of another full week, starting with a late day. Reading in bed, snuggled down, well fed.
Moby snores on my feet. He's always preferred a lumpy place to snooze. Took a while for him to trust feet, but we were always careful and slow - showing him we could pet him with our feet ever so gently. Longer still for him to get used to the idea of a human head too near his body - that really freaked him out. We knew he really trusted us when I could nestle my head into his furry belly, and he would simply relax and roll further onto his back. Just as we gradually got him accustomed to being picked up - a moment, a wriggle, a delicate return to the floor. Until now, he loves a good hug, hooking his claws in and resting a chin on a shoulder. He made us earn his trust, which makes it all the more wonderful.
We are affectionate people, under the right circumstances.
Posted by Zhoen on Monday, December 03, 2012
3 comments:
Profound. The elements of that word are satisfying. Beautifully said, Z!
Rou,
Feeling profound, actually. Thank you.
When we put in the effort or, sometimes, the expense, and do so where always previously we hadn't, it can certainly make a world of difference. We have experienced the same thing a few times. It gives pause for thought to reflect on what else are decisions we make that if we put more effort, or more expense, will the outcome be that much greater.
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