Diana Dorsett was a woman who loved texture, the touch of things, the nap and band of fabrics, the roughness of bark, the silk of feathers and fur. She trailed through the house running her hands over the backs of the chairs, rubbing the velvet drapes at the windows, clicking her fingernails across the wires of the finche's cage, pressing her cheek against the cool windowpanes, stroking her cat.
Jennifer Armstrong goes on to describe Diana as a woman who cares little for shining silver and sharp ironed creases on the napkins, but who writes letters and takes long walks and who had the curious habit of picking things up and setting them down in the wrong room or losing herself in contemplation while holding a shell.
Oh, I love this writer!
I would add that I also lose time "feeling" water. I love the feeling of running water on my hands or even just dipping my hands into cool water on a hot day. Everything has texture and as I learned when I was a child...not everyone sees the texture in the air, but if you do...you know what I mean. Water, energy, fabric even uncooked rice feels so good on my hands.
I read blogs for the feelings they inspire as well...and of course, you know I've shared this one recently, but I must share it again because of her perfect summer morning.
Love. Her. Blog.