The turbaned shop assistant who sold us two beautiful new photo frames today said he thought we would bring him luck.
indeed, as we walked out of the shop, a whole drove of people walked in. Maybe they had heard Mr B negotiating terms with our friendly shop assistant – and arriving at a bargain price. Everyone loves a bargain.
We used to have a “Picture Wall” in our living room. The whole of one wall was covered with framed photographs of our nearest and dearest. It was always a talking point when people came
The trouble was, we never changed the photographs so this pictorial tribute to our family became ever more out of date as the years passed. We
were forever having to explain to dinner guests that the sweet-faced teenager was now a mother of two, that the baby taking her first steps was now a teenager and that the strange woman with the frizzy hair was, indeed, me in a previous life. Or at any rate
a previous decade. And having used up the whole wall, we were at a loss to find space for all the new additions to the family. Plus the photo frames that looked so stylish and modern when we bought them, suddenly looked sadly dated, rather like my hair-style
in most of the photos from the 80s and 90s.
So when we re-decorated we went from one extreme to the other. For more than a year, large expanses of wall have
gaped, emptily at us, waiting for us to come to a decision about how best to proceed. A wall sculpture here, perhaps? A mirror there, maybe? Even – whisper it aloud – another version of the Picture Wall?
We have cupboards full of framed pictures, portraits and photographs which once graced our walls but now await the final verdict on whether they should go back on a wall or not. One of the Darling
Daughters (I can’t remember which) suggested that we go through them all, giving each one marks out of ten, in order to identify the ones we like the most. Another Darling Daughter (as you can see they are always ready with advice for us...) had the
idea that we should divide them into three piles – Definitely, Maybe, and Definitely Not. They are both excellent ideas but I still keeping putting off the Evil Day when I have to make a decision. Even though I could really do with the space in
Anyway, while window shopping in town today we found the perfect frames for a new-style Picture Wall. They will hold twenty photographs and
we can easily keep them updated on a regular basis. They are elegantly stylish, modern but timeless. They are what my dad used to describe as “Just The Ticket”.
In fact the only problem was getting them home, safe and sound, on the bus. We propped them up in the luggage rack and sat where we thought we could keep an eye on them. Mr B, you see, is convinced that certain people travel on buses and trains
for the sole purpose of making off with items lodged in luggage racks. I tell him he has a suspicious mind. He says, better to be suspicious than to be robbed, and keeps a beady eye on all our fellow passengers in case he can somehow, just by looking at them, identify
anyone of criminal tendencies.
One passenger has the temerity to stand, blocking our line of sight, even though there are clearly vacant seats further back
on the bus. Mr B mutters under his breath and decides to move to another seat where he will be in pole position to protect our property. I stay where I am because (i) I am comfortable and (ii) if I move seats while the bus is moving, I will probably
go flying. Mr B would doubtless agree that this is sensible on my part because in any confusion caused by my accident, someone could easily make off with our precious package.
Home again, picture frames completely unscathed despite the hazardous journey they have made. All we need to do now is to choose the perfect 20 photographs for our new-style Picture Wall.
This could take some time...