Texture can evoke such raw emotions in our lives.
Take, for example, the shaggy rug in our lounge room. It is soft and messy and thick and silky and a warm, soft reminder of a boy and a dog play-fighting and wrestling before falling asleep in each other's arms.
And what about a feather doona? It feels at once smooth and old and 'veiny'. But it brings to mind a grown-up, 'little' girl with constantly moving fingers and a worried tongue. It feels warm and reassuring and homely!
Then there is the scratchy, stubbly feeling of being kissed by my Dad. As a child I remember laughing and pulling away from his embrace as he chased us all in order to deliver more scratchy cuddles. Now, they feel a little less prickly and are warmly welcomed even if the chase has gone.
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