CHARTRUESE TAFFETA AND MARTINIS.

I think since I have been off work for the past 4 days, my mind is feeling a bit more flexible and imaginitve. I can sort of feel impressions of things spring into my mind. If you say 1950's cocktail party, I'm thinking chartruese taffeta and martinis. I'm also swimming in a vision of being at my grandparents' old house in Northridge, California when I was very small (so we're talking 1977 or 1978) and I can almost see the glare of the white concrete walk bouncing up into my face, feel the warmth of the sun on my back and see the white daisies jutting out from the flowerbed in every direction. Sometimes I forget where I am these days. I think I assume that I'm in California. The more comfortable I get with living in London, the more the borders begin to blur and everything starts to feel like it originates in California. I think it's a larger scale version of my dreams. They usually end up being set at my primary school. Most of the time the dreams include a snippet of something that really happened there... a school play, a moment on the playground with sticker albums, running outside of the gates after my mom's car to try to get her to stop driving away... I just ended up in the Principal's office. Somehow I think that if I could remember enough from my Grandparents' yard in the 1970's that maybe I could conjure up a memory of playing with my mom in the 1950's. It reminds me of how selective the human memory is, because if I was just crazy enough I could convince myself that this impression I have of what it MIGHT be like in fact actually happened.