I knew things were starting to look up for a change when I woke up the other morning fresh from a very odd yet cheery dream. In it, I dreamt I was at Nordstrom’s, shopping with a handsome man in a sleek black suit. His face was rugged, yet clean-shaven, his hair combed perfectly, no black strand out of place. After purchasing a new dress for me and a new four-button suit for him, we strolled through the cosmetics department and began to giggle about painting his toenails. I quickly found a set of strangely shaped bottles of nail polish at the Lancome desk and was quite satisfied with their bold, yet muted color scheme of smokey blues, sage greens, and brushed silver bottles. They were perfect, but alas too expensive. Or so I thought.
That’s when my Handsome Man whips out his wallet, kisses me on the cheek, and purchases the $72 nail polishes with which I can paint his toenails. The lady at the counter walks around the desk to hand me my bag, the nail polish wrapped in tissue inside, and I wake up as my Handsome Man and I walk out through the double doors into the sunlight.
I woke up laughing at myself, just how overly commercial my dream was, how completely and utterly girly. But I have to admit, it was a whole lot better than the nightmares I’d been having, so I chose to take it as a sign of better things to come. After all, I’ve decided that Nordstrom is to me what Tiffany’s was to Holly Golightly. It’s not even about the shopping, it’s about the atmosphere. Everyone’s so pleasant in Nordstrom, everyone is dressed so beautifully, and you are free to meander about the place, lounge in the elegant furniture, all whilst listening to the sounds of the piano player on the opposite side of the escalators…
I was right, my dream was a sign of better things to come, more peaceful surroundings, the opportunity to dress a bit better than the pajamas I’d been occupying for ages while the mono took over my life. In the past week, I’ve improved substantially, I’ve gotten out of the house, I even drove my little black bimmer for the first time in nearly two months. Aren’t you proud of me?
What else did I accomplish this week? I finished up a project I’ve been working on for some time – it’s Wandering Stars, an online gallery and store featuring nearly 200 of my best photographs taken from my travels around the world. I’ve created galleries themed by location or subject, and from those galleries you can follow links to the Wandering Stars online store, courtesy of Zazzle, where you can order prints, posters, and (soon) notecards of my work. I’m very proud of the gallery – it took me ages to design – and I’m even prouder that my work is selling. So hooray for that! Hopefully I’ll earn enough through it to justify buying another camera.
Other things went well this week, thanks to my inspirational $72 nail polish. This blog got launched, I finished drafting an important business proposal for a TV show I’m keen to work on, I started working on an application for another award (this time the grand prize is $10,000), and I baked an apple pie.
You want to know the funniest thing about all of this? I don’t even like nail polish! You’d think my subconscious would have realized that and had my Handsome Man buy me something more useful, like a new silk robe, or one of those lovely fuzzy shawls, or one of those raspberry shirts I noticed at Nordstrom the other day. Coincidentally, everone’s coming out with shirts in the *exact* same color as my Heather Show logo, despite the fact I came up with this design way back in June. Turns out raspberry’s huge for fall. Who knew? Perfect timing, I’d say. (Again, I blame the producers – they must have liked the color too, and decided to run with it.)
Every night since I’ve been trying to recreate the Handsome Man Buys Nail Polish dream, but unfortunately I haven’t quite come close yet. Last night it was nothing but a series of short films starring Bill Cosby. I have to say, it was very entertaining, but didn’t leave me smiling the same way when I woke up. As much as I love Bill Cosby, he’s just not as cute as my Handsome Man was.
I think perhaps I should stop before this becomes too overly girly. I’m worried enough as it is that I crossed that line ages ago. 🙂