During time with Dad we would sit in his summerhouse and have our best chats about life. It was situated by the edge of his pond, overlooking the garden. And when he died, I missed those moments and wished I had made time for more. Realising time is precious but then learning by my regrets.
When I moved home, I decided to create a garden and enjoy my own elements of nature as I was feeling pretty miserable with life in general. All due to such awful happenings beyond my control, from a vile and dreadful man who tried to destroy everything around me. Subsequently, I invested in a small summerhouse. It’s been the best personal design project so far. And it is a space I am in love with so much. I treasure it. Everything about the design is a new love story. It is such a personal task and represents so much more, it would be impossible to explain, and it is still progressive as summer is yet to come. This ongoing journey helps me over come so many obstacles and is very beautiful. More than words could ever say. It means the world to me. So let’s carry on. This world is in such a mess, having something so simple is so good for love. It is healing with a freshness from the heart. During hardship comes new doors alongside our worst challenges.
And when we feel passionate about something, it is amazing where in the universe sentiment comes from. Some of the bits here I have found on the street or in charity shops. Junk lying around the house. The sofa becomes a bed, so next I am going to cover it in more cushions and a big soft throw. It’s a real love project, inspired by space and time travel to be honest.
New beginnings. Infinity. And the kitty is a memorial for Billy because I never got to say goodbye. I believe he was taken. It killed me, my heart broke open, as I nurtured him back to health. But during all that hate and heartache, new things rescued me. I had almost lost hope, but never my faith. So very beautiful … truly.
Intelligent, compassionate, funny, handsome. Cute! I am totally spellbound and the summerhouse is how I share my feelings. And there’s so much more. It’s ours.
Misunderstandings are all to easy with chaos amidst words and spontaneity, but with a physical imprint, there comes trust and persistence. Because we get out what we put in. I am sure you will agree. Because I said so!
Thank You for Finding Me …
With Love. X
Well … it is Tuesday – the UK has just had a bank holiday which means a long weekend. I don’t know why they are called ‘bank’ holidays as the banks are usually taking it easy. I’ve been talking with a colleague about furniture. It is official – I have a bunk bed addiction. I cannot stop looking at the things. We can improvise space when we create a sleeping area. I suppose the fact I slept on a floor for a few years has made me appreciate the importance of sleeping well. I was homeless for a while. But the main reason I slept near the ground was to show myself to appreciate having my own home when I finally got back up. I didn’t want to take anything for granted. I almost felt ‘unworthy’ to have a mattress. I felt guilty for those who did not. So I suppose it was a sort of silent vigil. I often do similar and just go into my tent with the bare essentials. It gives me a reality check. I never want to take anything for granted.
on the top floor in the attic. Reason being the loft bed which is on the first floor, is so close to the ceiling I have almost knocked myself out on it. Plus, I fell asleep one evening only to wake the next morning with the blinds open in full view of the entire street ‘naked.’ I must have looked as though I was floating?! I love bunk and loft beds because no matter whether you live in one room or a mansion you can create a nest type feeling. I don’t know … perhaps it’s my inner child. Making dens will never tire me.
🤍 Tiff 🤍 