Daydream Believer

To this day I still have childlike fantasies of living in the above bottle. I was obsessed with I Dream of Jeannie when I was small, mainly, I suspect, because she lived in a lamp. To borrow lissy's quote of the week, if "a nook is where the heart is", then my heart is in that velvety and bejewelled pink and purple paradise.
I was equally obsessed with her matching pink and purple harem pants /drapery combos (my favourite colours), her ability to blink herself into midget form and hide in small everyday objects, and then, when it all got too much, evaporate into a puff of pink smoke and hide in her lamp. That is the stuff dreams are made out of.
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Stop loving your bedroom so much <3

Following my own advice, tonight I cleaned my room until it was suitably sparkly for chilling in. But the satisfaction of a shiny room is bittersweet with the knowledge I, too, must farewell to this nookish bedroom shaped like a marae. My window looks out to the sea and the lightweight triangular roof means it's amazing for listening to the rain and howling winds on cold nights. I think you could put a photo of this room in the dictionary as a pictorial definition for "wholesome". But I have to move in a month, so my heavy dresser and desk et al must be painfully lugged down flights of stairs again. Gay. Anyway, here are some snaps of my special things in my special mini-marae....after all you always have your memories. And lissy: "nook is where the heart is" is quote of the week!!hahah! x