Pillow talk and Retail Therapy

According to my new horoscope app, Jonathan Cainer, which does a personal profile according to your horoscope and is uncannily accurate for me, as an Aries my ideas are not the only things that can come and go in a hurry- sometimes my moods are just as mecurial; like one moment I'm secretly seething (especially when HANGRY) the next moment perfectly poised. You can usually tell though as, according to the app, I rarely hide my feelings.

Hmmm, well I'm not really sure what I make of the whole horoscope hullabaloo, but what I have just realised is that when you feel like the sky is falling, build a pillow house.

Whilst most of my blogs are usually more upbeat than Katy Perry's new album, like many of us,  I have dark days where you just don't feel on your 'A' game, and you aren't completely sure what it is that has you wanting to sit on the bench. On this day, it was at that stage where there was so much to do and think so I just took a nap. 
Seeking the sanctuary of the pillows I searched the back of my mojo-less mind to find what was going to help me get back into the motivated mind. So I built a pillow house. Better than chocolate, it gave me physical comfort and was almost so fun I didn't want to leave. It was my soft place blocking out everyone and everything else that was bringing me down. Facing the day was easier after burying my face in these cloth marshmallows.

I guess the retail therapy also helped a little. A smidge. A morsel. A Brobdingnagian amount actually.

Thank you Nike for being my shoulder to buy on.

I am ready to walk the walk thanks to the boots I also bought. (They match my pajamas perfectly as I write this)

And the '3am Notepad' from kikki.K has been hearing my heartnotes. 

I am not advising or recommending one can swipe away sad, mad or bad moods with credit cards. I guess finding the absurdity amongst the misery and calamity is what helped me, and suggest you give it a go.

“One is always willfully absurd.... If one does not say silly things with a purpose, then he is merely an idiot.” 

― Galen Beckett, The House on Durrow Street

It's not dumb to be glum. Just find the fun in the glum.

Jj