While visiting friends in Jacksonville last year, I passed a fashionable clothing shop with this advertisement. I couldn’t tell you what kind of clothes they sold or what on earth this represented advertising wise, but I stopped dead in my tracks.
There, plastered on the side of a building, lit up in perfect golden light stood my dream house.
I could travel all I wanted, never live in the same place for long. Life would be exciting and dangerous and lots of hard work. I could wear the same clothes every day and wash them in the river when I felt like it. I wouldn’t have to lug around a bunch of belongings and could leave whenever I pleased. I could swim all the time and never have to worry about my bathing suit getting old and the elastic wearing out. I wouldn’t even wear one. I’d probably be thin because I’d be hungry all the time. Unless I had a tiny garden on board. I’d eat lots of fish which I’d cook over a tiny stove and get to wear caps on my head to keep me warm so I wouldn’t have to wash my hair constantly.
God, I was born in the wrong time.
And I probably should have been a boy.
Maybe in the next life….
Dream house articles:
- Fashion Day Dreaming (thefashionfoot.com)
- First post on a new (ad)venture! (therefashionedwardrobe.wordpress.com)
- Clothes are Overrated (gijenn2001.wordpress.com)
- The House with The Golden Windows (lessismore123.wordpress.com)
- My Dream House (lilisjuwitabi2.wordpress.com)
- My Dreamed House (ahlanfirdaus.wordpress.com)
- Gallery: Barbie Dreamhouse opens in Berlin (metro.co.uk)
Sounds like a good life to me..can l join you?
It does sound like a life that would suit you. 🙂 I have a little watercolour that I used to hang over my kkitchen sink (before I had a kitchen window) that shows a tiny little English cottage in the woods, with a lake in the background. Ive always thought of that as my perfect house – and loved to look at it every day. A friend with a framing company framed it beautifully for me and it still holds a place of honour in my bookshelves in the den.
My house now is pretty perfect, but I can still dream of a tiny thatched cottage in the woods near a lake.