There are times when I would look at this painting and think of meanings, or imagine what is going on in this woman’s mind, or find connections with other paintings by Vermeer. Tonight, I am only happy that the painting is lovely. The white stretch of wall in the middle is calming. The smoothness of the light irons my own wrinkled moods to the same relaxed, bland expression on the woman’s face. The yellow adds richness. I am glad for the dotted fur. Even the black shadows serve to balance the painting, enough black for white, bright for dim, furry for shiny, colors for neutrals, space for masses. It is all so finely perfected.