Of lilies, books and a lamp...

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A brightly coloured Lego eagle perched rather precariously atop a Diary of a Wimpy Kid. A pair of rimless spectacles, a doggie leash, a pair of earrings, even a set of boys' pyjamas, and of course, plenty of papers and big fat books, all jostled for space around an iMac and a couple of Gods. 

She glanced wistfully at the messy desktop and wondered, "Where did I vanish to amidst all this? Where is the girl who loved books? And flowers? And all things lovely and beautiful?" 

That young girl would have chosen an antique table lamp for her now all grown up self's writing desk, casting a soft glow on a vase full of fragrant lilies and piles and piles of Agatha Christies...

A tiny wrinkle furrowed its way across her forehead. She threw a downcast look at her 'grown up' desk and the Lego eagle smiled back at her. "Is there any way I could get that dream of a desk back? The days when I was I. Just me, my books and my lilies..."

As she was simmering in a pot of self-indulgent melodrama, she felt a cold, wet nose rub against her knee, an adoring pair of deep black eyes looking up at her and a furiously wagging tail, nope, butt...for his entire butt was shaking at seeing the joy of his life.


"What the heck?! Wake up!" She shook herself out of her lazy reverie. 

"That’s over and done with. Pure, pristine lilies and old, faded books are a thing of the past. Now, this is you...part dog lover, part mom, part wife, part lily girl, part book worm…all melding into a messy mosaic that only women can pull off so elegantly..."

She brightened up, firmly brushed away any sad thought that was threatening to swamp her, picked up her dog, balanced the eagle on one hand and the leash on the other and plunged into yet another day of mothering, dog rearing, professing, homemaking...living a full, messy life.