There is a space in my mind where It opens up to create. Inside that space, I have found my home. It is going to be an unmatched smorgasbord of colours and patterns and art and words. This will be a house for the explorers and the adventurous. There will be maps everywhere and words will open doorways. It will be a place of opportunity and inspiration. A house for those who have dared and won. It might not be a gentle house, but it will be a vibrant house. It will resonate with energy and delight and laughter.
There will be stars and stripes and spots and flowers and herringbone and ticking and patchwork. There will be reds and golds and brasses, coppers and ochres and turquoise and pinks and greens and black and white and blue. It will be an irreverent mix of the old and new and they’ll combine in a complicated dance that stands on its own terms. And there will be American diners and Rust and Africa and there will be Boats and Driftwood. It will be a house of exploration and adventure. It will be a house of second chances where the discarded becomes beautiful; convention and matching be damned.
And I will revel in it and dance with my eyes closed and the music turned up loud. And I will bake at midnight because it’s magical and I will make food with glitter in it, because I can. Life and food should be glittery and shiny and special just because it can be. Glitter is NOT optional. You will also be extraordinary and we will dance in a garden under a full moon and make love in smugglers’ caves and sing sea shanties and write until the sun rises when we will fall entertwined and sleep with our dreams touching.
And maybe I’ll write a book, and maybe I’ll garden. But perhaps I won’t. But there will be a shed and maybe a boat to sleep in and I will dream amazing dreams of gardens and intertwining light and magenta horses and Boudicca and the Iceni and dragons. I am a warrior in my own life and I make my demands and offer no sacrifices.
Extraordinary people demand extraordinary lives and will accept nothing less. I was angry but I watched a film and I was reminded of the importance of hope and determination. Now I’m so full of vision and vibrancy that I feel like there’s colour in my veins and if you opened me up, inside I would look like a melted wax crayon picture, with eddying pools of colour swirling inside me in a constant dance of creation.
Can you see your future and is glitter optional in yours?