Not snappy. Just beautiful, and off-white, and FULL: glasses, special crockery, everyday plates. And cookbooks? Did I mention the cookbooks? And the fruit bowls.
And, currently, the money box for copper coins that, one day a year, disgorges its contents into something easy to carry so that I can trade them in for a money off voucher in a supermarket.
With cereal packets crammed down one side, and the Large But Useful Piece of Cardboard down the other. And a couple more recipe files on top of that. And my collection of jugs on the top ledge.
And, normally, a large tray underneath, ready to be captured for jigsaws or board games, or any other game that might be played on the floor but can perfectly well be put between two people on the sofa, to Save On The Knees.
And fairy lights at the top? Did I mention those? They live there most of the year, and make an annual trip onto the Christmas tree.
A couple of years ago, trimming the lower branches of the tree to make time for a guest bed alongside the tree in the study, I managed to cut through the string of lights. So now we have a new string of fairy lights, all white, that also flash off and on. In a low-key way.
Yes, yes, I know I can take a photo of it, and show you that. But I wanted to savour the words that take in the dresser and its contents, because it is an object I love – practical, beautiful, soothing in its paleness. And fitting just right in that alcove.
I sat tonight, and was less sure what to write about tonight. It was wet today. All day, pretty much. There were some chats with mums during a sports class, and those were good.
I sat in the armchair tonight and read some other people’s posts, enjoying, still pondering for my own. I decided to stop. So I looked up – and took in the dresser. And decided to make it my post for the night.
I sat and read advice about writing today. While I don’t remember all of it, I do remember that I am allowed to start sentences with and or but. I tend to do so from time to time, but, with that rush of joy in looking lingeringly at my dresser, it came out as a stream of ands.
And when you have a piece of furniture you quietly delight in, something that sums up your home, what you are about – why not?