I feel exhausted. I’ve had one of those marathon nightmares that completely affects your entire day following it. You know the type. Worst of all Stu was the cause of said nightmare, in the dream world and now I feel angry and resentful towards him and the poor man hasn’t even done anything!
What was this nightmare all about?
I ACTUALLY think I have a problem…
I come home, walk upstairs and realise Stu has redecorated both the girl’s rooms. Totally gutted them and turned them into manky, student/ bachelor rooms, magnolia walls, random mismatched football/ sport pictures, a wizard painting…that all belong in a charity shop, or better still the bin. Bad 80s print bedding, curtains that are 2ft shy of the floor and a rug that I’m pretty sure had wolves on!!
(Some of this isn’t too far from the truth of what this house used to be like when Stu and his best friends lived here, before my time!)
….I then spend the rest of the dream running around trying to find him, trying on sparkly shoes that just won’t fit and crying as he doesn’t understand what the problem is and ignores me.
Ok, so I am more than a little concerned about myself!
As I lie here in bed, writing, Nancy is asleep beside me, sobbing. It would appear she too is having bad dreams. Not a good night for us both it would seem. I have gently roused her out of it now with a kiss and a cuddle.
I’ll need to work hard to turn today around. I have some writing to do for a guest blog, which is exciting and hopefully after a little child free time my mood will be lifted.
Yesterday morning was spent hanging out at my parents, nice and snug in my Dad’s studio.
My Dad is an incredibly gifted man. Anything he turns his hand to becomes beautiful. He was a teacher before he retired, a fantastic one. When my mum wanted a bespoke solid wood kitchen, no problem. When his daughter gets ideas about wallpaper, ideas well beyond her skill set, no worries. Picture framing, sculpture, painting, he’s a wonderful artist but he has no idea how good he truly is. I am so lucky, I have brilliant parents.
I dream of having such a space at home, a little escape, to create, to hide.
But actually I must remember that I do, it’s just that it’s currently buried under a suffocating blanket of all the things I no longer want in the house.
A few summers ago my husband built a garden room/ playhouse and it totally surpassed my expectations..
But I never had time to properly decorate the space, so it went from at best this, a mismatch of ‘things’ I happened to have lying around…
To at worst piled to the ceiling with bin bags of donations as several months ago I organised a big collection of essential bits and pieces, along with money, to be sent to Greece to help the Syrian Refugees. A worthy reason for such a mess but even when that had gone I never managed to pull it back from the chaotic abyss.
When the weather starts to improve I will clear it all out and start again.
I dream of clean and simple. Light, bright and inspiring. A place I can go to think, to create, to hide…
It’s good to dream.
I once dreamt I had a kitchen that made me happy by just being in it. That dream came true.
Look at my beautiful new light…
Happy dreaming everyone…