Sunday, February 19, 2012

Back to cushions



In the face of emotional stress, some people drink and dial; I drive and cry. When it comes down to it, my adrenal system has been totally overloaded of late. It hasn't taken much to send my fight-or-flight mechanism into action. I know some people complain of an 'inner critic', that is a feeling of being self-critical. When I lose my equilibrium I'm pretty democratic; I generally hate myself and everybody else in equal measure. Happily, I turned a corner over the weekend. I know I am back (to myself, the world at large) when my thoughts return to soft furnishings. You know that moment in a day when you are not preoccupied with anything urgent and your thoughts drift? Some think kama sutra. My mind wanders to rugs, cushions and blankets.
Like this cushion by sweet polka Marion. How pretty is it?

When I stop to think about it, I don't really know what the soft furnishing obsession says about me other than I am a comfort hog.

Holding it flooded me with feel-good hormones.




3 comments:

  1. You are fabulous, great to hear your voice again. You think of soft furnishings, I think of stamp collecting, hmmm what does that say about me?

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  2. Thanks. Stamps are pretty excellent. Small and perfect? If you are into taxonomy they could keep you pretty in this world and beyond. X

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