Those who know, dwell.
There’s a particular type of pleasure
we get from a compliment.
A flicker of pride.
It just makes us feel good.
We’re simple creatures like that.
Everyone likes a kind remark about their new haircut.
But they didn’t cut it themselves.
That delicate feathering and precision clipper work
has been done by a pro..
You can tell.
A knowledgeable crafts person with
a keen eye for style and years of experience.
But you’ll take it.
The credit, that is.
Because you chose them to do the job.
Same goes with that Moroccan rug
your dinner guests gush over.
It always gets a mention.
“Ooh, where’d you get that?”
And that familiar pang of pride steps up to the plate.
You’ve always been recognized as someone with taste.
Lauded as a connoisseur.
An interesting and well-travelled adventurer.
You’re probably dripping with stories
of far-flung escapades.
They can tell.
Because of the rug.
They don’t know you got it from dwell.
But then again, you had the keen sense to go
to a renowned curator of exquisite, storied furnishings.
So you’ll take the compliment.
After all, you chose it.