I hope you live in surroundings that stoke your fire. I hope that your living space is filled with meaning, that what you touch everyday leaves you imprinted with some vibe. And I hope that you’ll share some of that with me. Because I’m going to share some of it with you. The textures (and textiles) in my dwelling that are meaningful. That impact the way I go about living life at home.
Ah. To be surrounded by objects that take on life. It is elemental to my happiness that in my home, some object, when taken into hand, warms with the heat of body. Or that there is something in home that tells a story. Sometimes it is okay and it is enough that something is just pretty (enter: floral arrangements, a tapestry from a big-box store large enough to cover an entire white wall in your rental). But often, I find that my life has a certain demand for living near handmades and intentional objects (as in: postcards as art, chunks of poem stuck to a wall, a sea shell from a friend’s adventure, a ribbon tied by a grandmother). Surely, I am a sentimental sap, surely this is the source.
Until next time.