The World On My Dressing Table

The World On My Dressing Table

My dressing table holds my entire family and the world all in one place. When feeling sad or confused, I will often rearrange the brooches that once belonged to my Welsh grandmother into different patterns, I will wind up the musical jewellery box that my mum gave me when I was 7 and watch the wonky ballerina twirl around on her broken feet, I will count the strings of fake pearls hanging from the globe and wonder why on earth do I own so many when I never even wear necklaces, I play my Ink Spots record because my parents used to dance with me and sing along to the ‘Java Jive’ when I was little, I find new homes for my tins and the salt pot in the shape of a woman’s head that always reminds me of what my mum used to look like when we lived in London, I count the bobby pins in the elephant tin and wonder where on earth they all disappear to, I plan future outfits around pieces of ¬†jewellery and I promise myself that one day soon I will use the antique pocket watch that Jon gave me for my 28th birthday.

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