Sometimes the light comes skittering through the window, finds a natural prism, and dances itself into joyous rainbows across the walls. Or a jar of wooden utensils throws a spiky dinosaur shadow to the floor. Or a random juxtaposition of shapes and colours suggests a flower, a field, a house, a hat... I'm often startled by these unexpected lovelinesses. Is there a word in English for them? Those vibrant happenstances, those serendipitous visuals, that stop you in your tracks and make you ponder, mouth agape? Hmmm.
Here is our lovely snuggle corner opposite the wood burning stove. We've filled it with scented soaps, colourful candles and soft, squidgy cushions from The Hare in Winter and Romney Marsh Wools. Flick the Dog, painted by Jennifer Mole, is a startlingly realistic likeness - but fortunately not to the point of shedding hairs all over the upholstery.
Susan was going to the dump with some stuff that was obstructing an urgent need to physically move forward with her life. I'm of the view that although things that tie us to the past are sometimes best left behind where they can gently rot, it's easy to regret decisions made in stressful haste. Maybe it just needs another perspective, new eyes to see the happiness. So I salvaged these pieces using a pretty kingfisher blue chalk paint from Cherry Tree Paints (check out their website). Glad to say that Susan has renewed her love (phew!), and the dump idea has been put on hold.
The sun is blazing through the window today, making Sarah Jane's 3-citrus marmalade glow like amber.