The Birds of Dreams

When I was six, my parents moved into your basic generic Colonial type brick house in the Suburbs. Everything was pretty normal... except that the walk in closet in the room that ended up being mine, had bright purple plush carpet on the floor, and the walls were wallpapered with this groovy print with lurid neon hippy versions of "love love love". I tried to imagine what kind of person might create such a haven out of a closet... and in my six year old mind, I imagined that it was a secret place, where dreams were meant to live. The dreams of someone who really really really liked purple.

I've never been one for wallpaper. But there have been things I've seen in the last year or so that make me think I could change my mind... for the right wallpaper... something with tone on tone broad vertical stripes maybe... or this, from Trove. Imagine the dreams that a walk in closet could contain, if the walls were covered with the shadows of birds in flight. Where dreams could go dancing among out of season sweaters, and stashed away suitcases.


... and maybe something like this, with an old fashioned bulb, to light their way.