The morning pours through the windows of my Godmother's home. It is going to be a beautiful day. How many of you can say you slept on a porch, in a flower bed?
You see I wasn't joking, my Godmother has a flower bed on her porch. She likes to tease, that many "dream seeds," where planted on this bed. She is a beautiful rose, growing the most amazing garden of delights with her dreams.
My Godmother's house is gigantic, stuffed from the floor to ceiling with vintage everything. It is a wonderland for a girl like me. I know my Godmother was made in heaven, and I think God thought, "Hey if I give Corey this wonder-woman-flea-market-queen-of-a-Godmother, maybe she won't mind that I am going to give her a double chin and big nose too."
The slippers she gave me are not made of glass. Everyday should be a holiday, or at least summertime! Ah to wake up in a flower bed, and to be greeted with rose slippers with snowflakes on the toe... well it is fantasy made real where most things are possible.
Honestly every inch of my Godmother's house has a touch of Marie-Antoinette, Betty-Boop, and Martha Stewart stuck to it. I went into her closet and just screamed! She had rows of vintage prom dresses, and hats to match. Talk about bling-bling!
"Let"s have tea first, I am not good at making decisions at any time, especially in the morning," so she said, "Pick a teacup."
"Don't forget to grab a pitcher from the wall, there is cream in the fridge."
"Shall we take tea in the garden? Though of course the birds are using this cup as a birdbath."
Photos: My Godmother's home. A wonderland. A generous heart. Alice in wonderland, has a kindred spirit.
Would you like to come visit? A party is being planned.