You know how when you see something every day, you don't notice it anymore? That happens a lot in my house. I've got a lot of stuff. A lot of collections, quite a lot of space. So it isn't until I do the seasonal cleaning and rearranging -- which, let's admit, does not happen every season or even every year -- that I remember to notice some of the things I have. One of my favorites is this:
Is that not adorable? It's my mother and my aunt. My mom is the one on the right, I believe. I'm only guessing that, because she's always been known as "the sad twin," she claims. But in this photo both girls look pretty sad or tired or overwhelmed, which makes it all the more precious to me. In the same way I'm drawn to winter scenes and gray clouds in paintings, the sad face in photos is often the more beautiful and compelling face. I remember that doll from when I was a little girl. It had a porcelain or ceramic face and legs, that, by the time I had it handed down to me, was broken, paint-chipped, and rather ugly and scary. Or maybe I'm the one who trashed it; who knows.
This is in a grouping of other old family photos, and where it was before, I had failed to notice it anymore. So I moved the entire grouping to a more visible location. When I do that, oftentimes visitors will say, "You've got a whole lot of new stuff." Nope. Just moved stuff around. It's like going shopping.
I'm trying to put up a brave fight against this cold. It's a virile one. Fevers and chills.