The other day my good friend L and I took some time out, to improve our minds.
(As you do.)
I paused in my undergraduate studies and the fenging of the shui of my house (this was the day before the sale), while she took a break from her Masters studies and her high-powered consultancy business, (can you see how my friends make me feel inadequate sometimes?) and we set off for the Ian Potter Gallery at Fed. Square.
To see a Margaret Preston exhibition!
L knew all about this particular artist, while I knew nothing (being inadequate, and such) so she gave a running commentary and I slipped my arm through hers and gazed appreciatively at the beautiful paintings and lino cuts as we wandered around.
And we talked and laughed and soaked up each other’s presence, as women friends do. I also admired her shoes. Because we are sometimes shallow like that as well. Well, I am.
But we talked, among many other things, about the importance of having female friends in one’s life. Because the energy and nourishment you receive from other women is so different from that which comes from the menfolk in your life. A best friend can inspire you, mentor you, support you, challenge you and yet make you feel cherished and needed at the same time.
And we decided that life would be perfect if each woman could have her male partner (if she wanted to, that is, and we decided that yes we did) and also have her own special female partner for that emotional nurturing that women give each other. A cosy little threesome! Perfect!
One of the paintings we saw was titled ‘Thea Proctor’s Tea Party’. It was a vibrant, colourful painting of a vase of flowers and a table set for afternoon tea. L explained that Thea Proctor was another artist, and we imagined these two talented women, nearly one hundred years ago, talking and laughing and soaking up each other’s presence over tea and cake. (It was at this point we decided it was time for some lunch.)
Then we went downstairs to the gift shop and bought presents for the special women friends in our lives.