Now that our darling Mec is big enough to appreciate boundaries, or so we like to fool ourselves, he’s entitled to some privacy inside our tiny house as well, read – we’d like our couch back! – so I’ve made him a sofa fit for a prince, a fun DIY project I finished only recently by making dignitary use of the seductive fabrics I acquired years ago, strolling through an always awe-inspiring Venice.
My handiwork pleases my boy which pleases me, watching him ascend his tinselled throne more and more often. At the same time I identify with his perception of ‘more is more’, because why settle any ascertainment when one deserves all? I suppose we must have taught our boy well: in life a Trip to Jerusalem is the name of the game.