Its simply tonight in the UK and i am sat here typing...

its not really any different to any other night...apart from i was just looking at the girl above my bed in her Mothers heels with a rose in her hair and was transported back to my Mum and Dads landing some time in the 1970's i was looking up and thinking she is so pretty and i love her sparkly shoes and feather cape.....my mum gave me this picture along with a matching young boy dressed up in his Fathers clothes that you can see at the end of this post,they were hung on my parents landing....

Growing up we had as many did hard times and our parents struggled to make ends meet....my parents would be given old furniture that no one else wanted and my dad who trained as a carpenter would restore these chosen pieces to their former glory,we had beautiful old sideboards with the drawers lined in old velvet just like in the old movies that we would watch,mum was a seamstress and would make our clothes and beautiful cushions from scraps....we had a chicken and a duck,rabbits,pigeons,doves,a dog,a few cats here and there,dad even dug us a swimming pool in the back garden and lined it with plastic,we had an old metal wendy house with lace curtains, an apple tree and vegetables growing in rows,a green house filled with salad and grapes,we would spend the summer holidays playing in our garden completely unaware of how mum and dad worried and struggled to make ends meet.....

the old sofa in the back room that would pull out into a bed we would spend afternoons laid under blankets with the curtains drawn watching Doris Day and Marilyn Monroe sparkle and shine,it was all so pretty and glamorous.....

Sometimes i find the harsh reality of life a little too much,am i sensitive? yes i am very,sometimes too much, a lot of things going on in the world today bring me easily to tears....i think that is why i sit here reading your blogs in a delicious land of make believe and friendship,a place where we can make everything pretty and glamorous and lose ourselves and forget about bills and illness and loss of loved ones....

I am blessed with a wonderful Mother and partner,my boys and friends who i call Sisters and they all believe in make believe and i feel lucky to be anchored to them in the storm which can be life....above his side of the bed is the boy with his bowler hat city shoes and umbrella and underneath sleeps my guy who runs his business and is kind and goes out of his way for his customers who often become his friends and on the other side is a girl in sparkly shoes with a rose in her hair and underneath sleeps a girl who has old shelves no one wanted that she painted just like her mother did and hung them on the wall,they are filled with old china some pieces chipped or cracked that no one wanted....she arranges them with china cups and perfume,the things she loves and that remind her of home...In her wardrobe she has sparkly shoes and roses to wear in her hair on her Wedding day,
My Mum and Dad gave me everything...simply the power to dream and live in make believe and i love them for the selfless way they raised us,the lessons they taught us and who knew that Blogger would come along and let me makes friends with you and your own worlds of make believe?

my mum is coming in the morning and i am cutting and coloring her hair..i think i might let her read this post.....she knows i get it but i just need to make sure,

Sleep well,

Love Kristina XxX