Today I went into a framing shop to have an old photo of him re framed.
It was still in its original frame, with an old mat that had very classy metallic pinstripes etched onto it.
At first I wanted to keep the old mat because I thought it looked nostalgic in a good way.
I was convinced to try other options so we removed G from the mat he'd been attached to for 80 years.
In the photo he's wearing a suit (he worked undercover of course).
Then I wanted to keep the old mat due to the feeling G was pissed about being separated from his mat.
I could feel that the separation was uncomfortable for such a conservative-looking man.
He rejected every mat put up to him, but the first frame had just the right weight for his mischievous gaze.
I like to imagine him pulling out a concealed weapon and having to use it.
Finding a new mat for him was like fitting him for the perfect hat, or finding the right furniture for his office:
Out of a sense of pride in his appearance, he was stubborn and reluctant to settle for just anything.
He ultimately decided on a totally surprising design which made me think of the word "credenza."
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