Chez Spud

Waiting for the light…lovely light…perfect light…blaaaahhhh…these are the things that photographers say to each other because, well, with photography it IS always about the light.

But, actually, I think it’s always about the light. I love the house we live in now. It’s hugely too small for us, but it’s so light. many of the rooms have double aspect. Some triple. Some are triple aspect AND south facing. We are drowning in light and it’s such a luxury. I had no idea what an effect light can have on your mood and health, until I lived in a house where I mostly inhabited the basement family room…holed up with two babies. Think…black…

Once we moved here I made a pact with, er, someone that I would never ever live in a dark house again. I know what it does to me. I’m a half glass empty kind of person but I’m not naturally depressive, but that’s what 2 years in the basement room did to me. I don’t ever want to feel like that again. The house we’re moving to is cleverly designed, with all the main rooms south facing and some double aspect. It’s light, it’s airy. Bits are grim and dark but only the servants’ quarters [think: utility room & games room of the future...ie areas where I won't spend much time].

The last few weeks have been a haze of packing and organising all that. I’m exhausted, tired to my bones. But today it all came together and, due to the much appreciated help of neighbours, I had 30 minutes of alone time with nothing to do. And that was the first time in weeks and weeks that such a gift was presented to me. I knew what to do. I picked up my crochet and made for the best light in house, in our bedroom…south facing…warm and bright.

I sat, crocheted and let the light, the beautiful light, bathe me in good spirit.

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