“She doesn’t need
anybody to laugh with,
she just
laughs...and sees
beautiful things everywhere”
– Sandra Cisneros
What do you do to make a blue day beautiful?
On those days when melancholy sneaks in and tries to cloud
your sun. We have all experienced gloomy days,
your sun. We have all experienced gloomy days,
when life becomes a little grey.
On grey days I find its best to pause and reflect on the simple
pleasures and envelop yourself with beautiful things.
pleasures and envelop yourself with beautiful things.
Surrounding yourself with beautiful things that you love creates
a magical allure which will attract even more beautiful things.
a magical allure which will attract even more beautiful things.
Oh and when you share beautiful things, magic appears and sifts
and scatters like glistening fairy dust, whilst everything it touches leaves
and scatters like glistening fairy dust, whilst everything it touches leaves
a sprinkling of pure enchantment in its wake.
My vanity table evokes beautiful memories from my childhood
My vanity table evokes beautiful memories from my childhood
When I was small my Mother would make dressing tables
for my sisters and I by covering old orange crates with floral
cotton fabrics. She would gather colourful tiny rose patterned fabric, stitch
and fasten ruffles to make it special for us. I still smile when I reminisce
about my very own dressing table. All those many years ago, I had a
place of my own. A perfect dressing table to hold my hairbrush and
comb set, pink of course, and my hair barrettes along with my other collections
of trinkets anything that deserved this special spot. Whenever I see dressing
tables in magazines or on Pinterest it propels me back in time to when I was
that little girl and how my Mom transformed our otherwise pale world into a
little place of beauty.
for my sisters and I by covering old orange crates with floral
cotton fabrics. She would gather colourful tiny rose patterned fabric, stitch
and fasten ruffles to make it special for us. I still smile when I reminisce
about my very own dressing table. All those many years ago, I had a
place of my own. A perfect dressing table to hold my hairbrush and
comb set, pink of course, and my hair barrettes along with my other collections
of trinkets anything that deserved this special spot. Whenever I see dressing
tables in magazines or on Pinterest it propels me back in time to when I was
that little girl and how my Mom transformed our otherwise pale world into a
little place of beauty.
