Thursday, August 6, 2020
My Week in ...
... touch. I'm a very tactile person and the way something feels is hugely important to me. It's one of the reasons I stopped wearing vintage clothing - I couldn't bear the feel of crimplene on my skin. See also, real wool. Itchy itchy itchy.
However, these 7 touches gave me all the good feels:
Mabel fur. Yes, I am a little obsessed but she is warm and soft and fluffy, and won't be this way forever, so I'm indulging
The rough surface and slight prickle of the runner bean, courgette and cucumber plants on the allotment
Silken petals on the rose my parent's got me for my birthday
Early morning grass under my bare feet as I pad across to hang the washing out
The whisper-soft brush of the grasses that have seeded in our tiny garden and that dance next to me as I'm weeding
Making focaccia, I'm momentarily distracted by the pilllowy suppleness of the dough under my fingers, mesmerised by how it rises back from the kneading
The fuzz of my boyfriend's newly shaved head.
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