Dreaming

As a daydreaming child I gazed at a mirror that reflected the space in my family home in such a way as to create the illusion that there was a secret room. My father fuelled my imagination with the gift of Alice in Wonderland. I dreamed of living in a treehouse that would extend and grow as I pleased.

At twenty I lived in an inner city terrace with my lover and best friend. I removed the back panelling from my wardrobe and positioned it in front of my bedroom door so you had to pass through my jackets and dresses on hangers to enter my room.

Now I dream of living in a Vardo like the one pictured here.

Apparently it is a common daydream, read here about the Undiscovered Bedrooms of Manhatten.