At first glance, my obsession with interior design photos seems superficial. I have a degree in mathematics--supposedly pure truth distilled down to its essentials. Why is a math major scrolling through photos of people's living spaces and saving them to a blog?
Beautiful objects make me happy. And I've learned to pay attention to the joy that springs up in the center of my chest.
|I took this photo while driving home in the snow yesterday. This is the most lovely part of my drive.|
But do things matter? And why?
A handmade object made from wood tells a story of a craftsperson working with earth's materials and creating an object that has a place in a life of a human.
"The solace of physical objects"--this phrase jumped into my head one day. When you have a real thing in front of you, it is evidence of the history of the object. The object is made of materials, and it has a history.
What is it made of? Who made it? How was it made? Even if specific facts are not remembered, the physical object tells the story somehow. That's comforting to me.
When an object is made of a simple natural material such as wood, it tells of a connection to nature.
When an object is made by human hands, it speaks of time and attention, of skill and care, which is basically--love.
When you live every day interacting with something made of nature, and of love, your life is enriched. It seeps into you without you even realizing it.
p.s. these wool socks that I bought for Adam are exactly what I'm talking about too. 100% organic wool, from Austria. The only socks I could find that were all wool. I live for finding these high quality objects. oh yeah, handmade shoes too, and mine were made with undyed leather.