Today I was gifted with a phone call from my best friend. After two hours of yacking, everything seemed so much more clearer, so much brighter.
Last week was very meaningful. I decided to look forward. I also noticed eyes opening around me. Almost out of nowhere people emerged to offer their support and advice. Truth does prevail.
I also managed to finish something that I thought I never again would be able to even start.
With the help of good peeps I also changed the floor plan. My son scored my very large bedroom. I´m kewl with that. I again get to look at the night sky and cars driving in it.
There´s something enormously soothing in the anonymity of car lights in the dark. Just you, the moon, soft music and the streetlights. And a window seat to enjoy it all. I wish window seats for all. They are lovely. They are The Goodness. I wish I never again have to live anywhere without a window seat. Clearly, window seats are now a part of my not only present, but also future.
In my future I foresee more bookshelves, more reading, more books ( which reminds me, need to go to post office ASAP ), two table lamps for library & dining table. Timber for four poster, canopy bed ( I designed it yesterday, now I just need to get the timber and some good natured creature to do it for me ). To the bed I see lined curtains, wooden rods and metal rings. I will want the timber stained dark oak ( to match the gorgeous library table ), will need embellishments to the wood to tie it with the very old and very massive table. I want the headboard to reach all the way up to where the bed frame reaches = 2 meters high. In the headboard I first envisioned a very dark lacquer surface with traditional Chinese calligraphy painting. But then... since the very heavy and very large table came to our cloisters- sending my son
to highest of heavens ( my boy is biggest fan of Tudor houses and Tudor style ) I simply need to tie the bed to the table. I´m thinking... a landscape. A very big, beautiful landscape. Granted, I´d the the only one looking at the painting but I can not see why there couldn´t be a purdy piccie when it would make me all kinds of happy. I like the thought of sleeping in beautiful surroundings. After all, if we are to spend a third of our lives in bed, why not luxuriate all our might. A nice thread count can make a gals´ heart sing. Bobby Trendy would agree with me, I´m sure.
I know my son will want a canopy bed himself when he will see my version. And so should he have his too. Of course.
Even if all things feel like a royal mess right now, they really aren´t. Things are evolving. Situations are maturing. Every morning the sun rises a wee bit earlier.
I always can tell, if I get a steady stream of ideas, I know I´m on the right path.
And lately, I´m all ideas.
And it´s very calm in the eye of the storm. Almost... peaceful.