it is a small thing, and even though there were bigger things, delights, stories told, time shared, an eye staring out at me from a tumble of pillows and blankets, the thing that sends a thrill of joy through me is almost so ridiculous that it seems wrong somehow to be so pleased.
it: a beaded curtain from--say it with me--Urban Outfitters, of course. and at a bargain [$2.49 marked down from $30], of course. and perfect for me in every way, of course.
perhaps it is because I am revelling in living alone. perhaps it is because I bought a different color and style of beaded curtain (which was also from urban and a steal at $5) and realized it wasn't me and bought another one instead of living with the mistake and cursing myself over and over (because even when I bought it, I knew it wasn't right, but the one that is here now that seems so perfect looked so weird in the store, it looked so not perfect), or maybe, perhaps, it is just the thrill of knowing myself and having a developed personal aesthetic,
whatever the case may be, it makes me glad. and I am happy to have things around me that make me glad.
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