Tuesday, 23 February 2010

Memories. Old and new.

Memories. We create them, we reminisce about them, sometimes we visit them and they feel our hearts with joy.
Other times, the not so good memories, we’d rather not think about, we are glad they are in the past and we look forward to making new ones.
Memories. They can be in our heads or all around us.
My home is full of memories. I laugh at the happy ones, I dismiss the not so happy ones and I appreciate I'm in a better place. My home is a better place.
The avid reader will know my home is an old home, a house I lived in once before. I lived here with my partner and a whole list of others. The list of others is long and in parts unusual. Oh this house has witnessed some crazy people and some crazy times. It’s a calmer house now. And I like it that way.
Would you like to join me on a little tour? A little tour through memory lane. With some new memories thrown in for good measure.

This is the fireplace in my loft conversion. The fireplace which my ex nearly sold a million times. Practically every time a visitor came to the house he tried to sell it to them. As you can see, it was never sold. It now stands erect for all to see.
The picture above the fireplace, one of the few wedding presents I kept, from my cousin, I brought back to my parents house when I moved out. It's been on quite an emotional journey with me. And I honestly never thought for one moment I would ever bring it back to its original place.
The giraffes are the most recent purchase, a birthday present from my parents, a new addition to my new/old home. When I lived at my parents house, for the second time, I used to look enviously at items for the home whilst out shopping or flicking through catalogues, and wished I had a home of my own again. So I was pretty excited when I took the giraffes out of their boxes, and I knew where they would stand perfectly in a home to call my own again.

This is the desk where I make my cards and I begin my blogging on my lap top. I thought I should include my place of blogging! (Although it has been known to begin under the duvet on cold and grey days.)
Can you see the black and white boxes? I brought them years ago from Ikea, because I liked the look of them. Then I wasn’t sure what to do with them, so I piled the boxes in the back of a cupboard. When I moved back I rediscovered the boxes and I knew exactly what to do with them. They now contain my card making bits and pieces.
The red lamp is from my parents house, it sat by the side of my (single, often lonely) bed. I must confess that lamp has seen me shed a few tears. I like to think it’s happy to see a happier me in happier times.

The bottles made me smile when I saw them again. I used to have a thing about bottles. Still have I suppose. They used to sit on my dressing table at my parents house, many moons ago. Bottles I have collected over the years from craft fairs and boot sales, bottles I have been brought as presents. I like my bottles.

This picture was brought back from a holiday in Greece with my ex. It was a cheap purchase from a market stall on a very hot day. My ex was half Greek so he refused to holiday anywhere other than a Greek island. But as you know there are many Greek islands and I’ve holidayed on some beautiful ones, so I didn’t really mind.
I remember feeling quite grown up that I was buying an item for a bathroom. The first bathroom that was mine and not my parents.
Sometimes I lay in the bath staring at the dolphins. Dolphins I thought I would never see again, when I left the house by the pylon one very difficult Saturday afternoon.

The brown sofas have certainly seen a thing or two. They have seen many parties, many people happy and sad, they've also experienced numerous puppies crawl around (on a blanket of course, leather and puppies do not mix) from a Stafford Bull Terriers two litters. And they've witnessed many arguments when we brought them home in a white van and carried them up a flight of stairs.
They now have to put up with my flat mate and I sitting on them (with a large glass of wine) and setting the world to right after a stressful day in the office, or laughing about our Friday night shenanigans.
If brown sofas could speak, the stories and secrets they could tell.

And the dining room, which I have just realised still has a mini Christmas tree on the dining table from the last, very merry, Christmas. Erm, isn’t that meant to be bad luck?
The dining room used to be a green and yellow bedroom. It’s come a long way. The dining table isn’t the original one, it’s my flat mates. I sold the original to a gay couple, during hard times. I was glad to see the back of it, and make some much needed cash.

And finally the fridge magnets. Now that’s what you call memories! A conference in Barcelona, that’s the black one, the front has fallen off, it’s supposed to be a yellow flip flop featuring a map of Barcelona, I must super glue it back on one of these days. A conference in Singapore, where I'd like to admit I did not work very hard, most of the time I was too busy sight seeing. There’s a pint glass from my best friends 30th birthday celebration in Prague, a surfboard from a holiday in the Maldives, a pair of sunglasses from a wedding in Cyprus, and a fish from a girlie holiday in Ibiza. And a wine bottle which boasts I like to cook with wine, sometimes I even put it in the food.

Okay, that’s the end of my little tour. I’m looking forward to buying new things for my home and collecting new memories.
And talking of new memories, a comment left from a blogging friend may have come true! I have finished my subscription for Match Affinity. I decided (personally speaking) it was an unnatural environment. I wasn’t comfortable with it and I wanted to stop fixating on meeting someone and enjoy fun nights out with my friends instead. Then when I least expected it, when I wasn’t looking for it, or him, I met someone.
But I will have to tell you all about that another time.


Amel said...

HEY, LOVE the grand tour down the memory lane...LOVE all the pictures and LOVE hearing the stories behind them. :-)))

Life's sometimes so weird and full of unbelievable surprises (odd ones, good ones, bad ones). Glad you're back anyway he he...

Amel said...

Oh, and I LOVE those giraffes! :-D

Blur Ting said...

I love your house and the colours! It is so cosy.

The World According To Me said...

Hi Amel

Glad you enjoyed it. Yep, life is full of surprises, and memories, good and bad.
It's good to be back!

The World According To Me said...

Thanks Blur. I think they're happy, bold colours. I still enjoy them today.

pilgrimchick said...

It's amazing how space means something different to each person. Thanks for the tour!

Kate said...

I loved this post. I enjoy seeing all the details of people's lives. A bit of a tantalizing ending, though...

Mary Smith said...

Thanks so much for the tour! You have a cute place!

The World According To Me said...

You're welcome Pilgrimchick. And it is funny how space means different things to different people!

The World According To Me said...

Hi Kate

How you doing? Yeah I agree, it's good to nose at other peoples things and lives!

The World According To Me said...

Thanks Mary Smith. Hope you're well. Will pop over soon.

WaterLearner said...

Thanks for the tour. I like the blogging corner. Nice and cozy.

The World According To Me said...

Glad you liked it Water Learner. I hope everything is good with you. Will come over and see you...

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