Friday night and feeling tres femme
It's Friday night, and everybody is busy, nobody to go out and talk politics or life with. I was thinking I would be bored and sad about not getting out of the house but it turns out it feels so sweet and safe to just sit here, smell the fresh lillies and freesia from Dabble. They are hanging sweet perfume throughout my entire house and making me remember how much I love spring in my garden. I am tired, so tired, and I guess staying home is probably a good idea.
This week I've torn my bedrooms, old and new, apart and have now moved back into my old, larger and fully re-tooled bedroom. In order to do it after nine months of living in the smaller room, I am re-claiming the larger and brighter space. Freshly painted, and filled with all things Mary, it has exorcised to exorcise old ghosts. I have "frenchified,"it...decorated it in pink, black and white, with lots and lots of reflective surfaces...It is so sweet, it seems healing and new. I laugh when I enter the room because it is SO SO the femme side of me, the side that I've always smothered, but secretly wondered what it would be like if freed to come into play. It is soft and silly and pretty... kitchy and full of light...ooo la la.
Tonight, I hope to sleep like a pampered french babe. I hope to dream sweet, quiet dreams of my garden in the spring...
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