Hanging together

One of this week's great treats was unpacking the art Robert brought down, putting pieces hither and yon, studying them, and finally placing them where they seem to want to live for a while.

So I spent most of today as curator, with Joe providing technical assistance. After wandering around the house a while, "The Hand" settled in here, "Parrots" there, fern watercolors and Abbeville Audubons somewhere else (for now).

But some places were planned. Months ago, we decided on two of Amanda's old Chinese embroidery panels, shot with gold, for the space over the sofa. Still, once they got into position, they just wouldn't work unless we manufactured conjoined twins.

So two L-brackets and a flat brace later, we strung them up . . . and when I stepped back and took a look, I realized it was worth the 98 cents in hardware.

And then Winnie Godfrey's "Ivory Tulip." It visited the den, the staircase, the living room. I sat outside, sighed and finally lifted up mine eyes.

Since the left side picks up the ceiling and the right picks up the wall, we'll let it fly high until it wants to come down.