editor's note - a few people reacted nostalgically to the layers of wallpaper i unearth, while renovating. i admit moods, words, feelings flow through me, as i'm peeling back the years from those walls. who looked at the wallpaper, who put it up? were the people living in these rooms nice, did they care? what moved people to change the wallpaper? the consideration most provoked in me : these people were mortal, like me. one day someone else will peel off
my layer.
i have been intrigued by these mindflows, and have decided to call back to life my cherished 111 label i abandoned when i switched from blogging in my mother tongue to writing in english. [i quietly started on 111 with tree]. i will now step into a few wallpaper adventures over the next couple of days. where 111 comes in... one needs to count one's blessings (or one's words☻) .... have fun while raking through my mortal mind.
We can "read" these questions in archeology ;)
ReplyDeleteWhen we went back to the house where my dad was born it was falling down and you could see the layers peeling away over a 120 years worth.....to me it was bliss just like your home Momma all the love of years and old families that have come and gone!!! Your up next in line for leaving your mark.
ReplyDeleteI believe, my Kers, that your mind is far from being mortal! I am in for the tour!
ReplyDeletetake us on a wallpaper journey Woolfey :)
ReplyDeleteCant wait to see what you find.
I always imagine what those other people living other lives were like, too...
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