I’ve been tagged by Jocelyn over at The Reading Residence to indulge in a little daydreaming. Nothing I like better to be honest so away I go …
If I could live anywhere:
The heart shouts ‘Florence!’, possibly my favourite place on earth. It would have to be in the historic heart of the city not the soulless suburbs, a cute apartment up some stone stairs with a view of either the Arno or the Duomo. I’d start ever day with a coffee in Piazza della Signoria gazing at the beautiful fountain. I’d spend the morning wandering through the Boboli Gardens, enjoy a picnic lunch under the trees. Afternoons would be spent either in the Uffizi or the Galleria dell’Academia taking in all the wonderful art. Some days I’ll wander over to the Brancacci Chapel to drink in the frescoes. Evenings would involve strolling across the Ponte Vecchio to window shop all the gold shops and buy some food in one of the back street restaurants.
If I could be anything:
I’d be an elf. Ever since I first read Lord of the Rings I’ve been in love with the elves in Middle Earth. When I was younger I wanted to be Galadriel, cool and mysterious. Now I’m a bit older I would chose Arwen – so I get to kiss Aragorn of course!
If I could have anything:
It would be kittens. I love kittens – so playful and cute. My husband seems to think that there is a limit to how many cats and kittens we should have but I’d happily go on adding to our brood for ever. As soon as our youngest becomes a cat rather than a kitten I start to get broody for kittens! I love having the little scamps racing around the house.
If I could bring anything back to life:
I’m supposed to say my parents but I think I’ll choose Clyde. Clyde was the brother of our middle cat Bonnie who sadly had an accident with a car several years ago. He was a wonderful cat, he loved me in a way no other cat we’ve had and he was a real character. It still breaks my heart thinking about him and I miss him more than any other cat we’ve ever owned.
If I could live in any time in history:
In my heart I’d like to choose Georgian England but I think the more practical me would choose the inter war years – the Roaring Twenties and the Thirties before the Second World War. I love the fashions of that time so it would be lovely to dress like that all the time. I’d love to live in the Georgian era but I think the hygiene and health care would be too much for me to bear. At least in the Twentieth Century I might stand a chance of surviving childhood!
If I could live in any season:
I choose autumn. I love autumn about all seasons. The colours, the smells, the weather – all perfect. I love snuggling into knitwear; walking in the chill of autumn; the drizzly weather which means I get to wear a hat and not feel like a plonker; scarves and gloves; misty mornings and dark evenings; the perfect excuse to drink hot chocolate. What more could I wish for?
If I could be any fictional character:
This is a tough choice. My first choice would be Becky Sharpe in Vanity Fair. She’s a feisty woman who goes all out for what she wants, nothing stands in her way. I like the idea of getting what I want through any means and kicking against the conventions of the day. Then I think I’d like to choose Tess from Tess of the D’Urbervilles, another strong woman. But Tess goes through some things that I don’t want to experience so I rule her out. Why does it have to be a woman? If this is fiction I can be a man. If I’m to be a man I’d choose Atticus Finch from To Kill a Mockingbird. He’s got it all – a great father, a man of principle, a pillar of the community. But I’ve decided that I want to be Moominmamma. She’s perfect in every way – the perfect mother and wife, always full of useful advice, practical yet still a dreamer. Yes, I choose to be Moominmamma!
If I could be any blogger:
Now there’s a thought! There are so many bloggers I admire – Jocelyn of course, Sara at Mumturnedmom, Elizabeth at Rosalilium – but I’d choose Callie at The Corner of the Curve. She has an awesome lifestyle and her blog is often very inspiring. As a plus size woman I can relate to the struggles she goes through and I admire the strength she shows in dealing with the negativity she encounters on an almost daily basis.
Enough daydreaming, back to the real world – there’s ironing to do!