I am all about the small details in everything. For instance if I receive a gift I am so excited about the wrapping and the bow on it and less about the actual present that’s inside. If I would go into a store, I would admire the small details they used to arrange the windows or the merchandise. If I would go to someone’s house I would freak out about the small boxes or any small objects that they have and keep. I am a detail freak and most of all I am crazy about small, invisible to others, details.
In my bedroom you can find at least thirty boxes (I am a box freak too) from jewelry ones, to wooden ones to metal ones, from big ones (chests) to small ones. I love them all. I have a small imitation closet with four small drawers. I don’t even care what’s in it and I have to admit that sometimes I open it to remember what I put there, but the thing that fascinates me is that it perfectly imitates a normal size closet. On each box there is a small toy or detail, like Simon the chipmunk or a tiny, tiny copper typing machine. They are all very special to me and although they seem like junk to others for me they are treasures that I have to carry around everywhere I move. Unfortunately because of my attachment towards objects, whenever we have to move I fill boxes and boxes with unused things that I keep only to please my eyes. You can imagine how happy my husband is about that 🙂 , but every time he tries to bargain, after half an hour I take out the big guns, the big puppy eyes and say: “But I can’t live without them. They represent pieces of who I am. Do you seriously want me to leave behind pieces of myself?”and of course I win. I win not because I am convincing or because I touch him with my emotional bullshit, but because if I am willing to go this far he knows I am willing to go even further, so the battle is lost from the start.
Florence is filled with details and boxes. Small ones, big ones, colored ones, grayish ones, but lots and lots of them all around the city. For instance, if you stand in front of the Duomo and really look at its details, I guaranty you will spend your entire day just trying to capture them all. That is one of the reasons why for me Florence is so special. That and the writers shops. Have you seen those things? They are so awesome I could loose myself in one for hours, even days only to analyze every piece of handmade paper, every ink color, every handmade tiny library, every nib. Details, whether metaphorical ones or not are the things that make the story better, that make the common seem special, the plain seem fantastic. Details are everything.
