NirvanaFunClub

I have spent my entire life decorating other people’s houses. 
It felt good, beautifying other people’s spaces. 
Their private places, their fun heavens. 
Their office rooms and
their leisure-time spaces. 

It brought me joy helping them maximise the experience they could get from their houses, 
their homes, 
their safe spaces. 

On the other hand it brought me dirt every time they’d kick me out to the curb. They would always ask me to leave.

For some reason I thought they will let me stay.
They will see how better their house is with my decorations in it.
How bright the future looks with more of my decorative solutions coming their way.

They’d kick me out, without exception.

They were fair, though. 
Always leting me take my designs with me.
My solutions in the raw. 
My lamps and shades that made the space home.
My lamps and shades that without a house looked silly.

They kicked me out, and smiled when I left, because:
You have a home of your own, don’t you?

My client list is as follows:
– father, 
– mother, then I used my skills with my 
– first lover, then, it was required for the 
– next one.
– The last one I decorated I was sure to be able to keep, so when he kicked me out I decided that I need my own fucking house to decorate.

So, I took 5 years out of my life to build it.

I have set alone in my room, for a long, long time.
It felt lonely and like torture.
I wanted to leave my house in ruins almost daily.
I have kept at it because I was embarrassed for relying on other people’s foundations.
I am a lady after all!

I have kept at it and barked at the people that offered me their houses.
I even removed the people from my lawn that offered their decorating services.

NO!

I want to do it on my own.

And now that I am finally here, I am close to finish, I even have a roof over my tired head, I realise I do not know how to live in it.

I guess I was built for decorating other people’s houses after all.
Give me your foundation to be a guest in it, any time. Please let me in!

You can’t always get what you want, but you get what you
get!