Layers of Life

Walking through the door of my childhood home brought back tsunami of wisdom overture. Tastes and colours in décor change with culture; varied pallet of history in lands roam’. My children had turned out to be a challenge as they had early on displayed my talent for examining and questioning latent defects papered over; now seeking balance. We’d a small, intimate wedding reception. The wallpaper in the lounge is instantly recognisable (like kin related distantly), from the photos. No inkling of deception. My parents had asked this sweet sixteen to voice her preference for bedroom to replace staid pattern reminiscent of a fabric plaid. But they had vetoed black and white Op Art choice. The celebrations of the many milestones, spanning the blessed years of three generations firmly recorded in the decorations; layers of peeling wallpaper to bare bones.