Her house is filled with a life of collections - particularly her pink depression glass displayed against a lime green wall. Her wet bar filled with shelves of funky drink glasses that make splashes of color against the tin lined wall. And I think of all the things I would do if I didn't have to worry about painting a dull construction beige wall and the dull beige carpet.
If I had a little cottage it would have wooden floors and bright white walls. It would decorated with bright, warm colors and a combination of the old and new things that I have loved over the years. My collection of antique luggage, by english bone china cups, and bits and pieces of this and that. And then I would start collecting more of the things that I'm drawn to these days. I would haunt thrift stores. And I would cook again - because I would have room to store cooking utensils instead of the cramped one cupboard where pans and food dwell now.
Today would be soup and cornbread - something simple and hearty. I would read the paper and cuddle with my sweet gray cat. I would wash clothes and prepare for the upcoming week. Maybe I would even bake some cookies or a cake....maybe even a cherry pie.
Maybe all this is coming to me and I'm putting this thought out into the universe. Because I miss my garden I used to have. I miss planting tulips and seeing them peek out after the winter's nap. I miss the bright pink vine of flowers and dream of a jasmine bower where I can sit to read. And I would have big windows with tons and tons of light.