roll up! roll up!

Today I've been inspired. I will pack my socks and jocks into my suitcase and head for the hills, I will run away and I will join the circus. I don't care how far I have to walk, or how many nights I'll spend sleeping under the cover of an old bush tree, I will find a travelling troop and follow them from town to town.

The circus will accept me into its fold, with caring but rough arms placed around my shoulders. I will be  wrangled into the warmth of the Big Tops wind breaking walls. The acrobats will fly from the ceiling on colorful ribbons and scoop me up, flinging me into the air. As I go tumbling towards the bouncy roof of the tent I am sure I will soon be plummeting into the shiny hard wood floor, but I am happy in this precise moment, when I feel as though I am flying, not falling.

A group of rowdy looking boys dressed in colourful cloths cheer me on from the ground, while hairy ladies and slick looking men break character and smile jovially towards me as they go about their tasks. I see them and I know that I have made my way home.

It will be a boho, chai tent, fire loving, clownless kind of circus that only exists in my dreams.

But that's exactly where I'm going to find it!






Thanks Peter Alexander for your run-away-to-the-circus inspiring new collection! And for making my circus joining dreams come true, and very comfortably too I'm sure!


(L)