Two Loving Cups
There are two loving cups on a shelf in my office. They sit next to each other now, deliberately, having spent the previous several years in less considered arrangements. Putting them on display side by side was the work of an idle Sunday last month, when I was clearing out the last vestiges of childhood from what used to be known as the playroom until it was vacated by our youngest teenager, and rationalising the shelves in my office to accommodate the displaced books and games. A small act of domestic curation, of the sort that only feels significant in retrospect. ...