Last night I saw a fat woman dancing ballet with her eyes closed in the textured ceiling above my bed. I blinked and she was gone.
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I love it when I find patterns on my ceiling, or did because my current New York ceilings have no texture like my former Utah ceilings did.
But really I just wanted to say bravo! at painting a great word picture in a simple sentence. I can just see that lady enjoying the movement of the dance! It makes me smile.
The bathroom at my dad’s house has tiles all around the bathtub. I remeber being scared of the huge raven that was made by two of the tiles near the shower head. It was impossible to take a bath without thinking “Nevermore!”
That and in my second married apartment part the ceiling above our bed resembled Italy and Sicily.
Lucky you that the lady disappeared. My plaster and tile apparisions stuck around!
Wow, what cold medicine are you on?
The tile floor in the 1/2 bath @ our Northside apartment had a teddy bear in a bow tie. I could find him every time. He was a friendly little guy. Even without all you kids clamoring for attention, I never had to go to the potty alone. I wonder if the fat lady will be reappearing in the future?
The other night, I saw eyes peering out at me from the textured walls while I went to the bathroom. But then I realized it was just my paranoid, sleep-deprived delusions. Or was it?….
No more meatball subs for you!
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Hmmmm….what did you eat for dinner before you went to bed?! LOL!
AAAAHAHAHAAHA!
I used to do that all the time when I had a “popcorn” ceiling. I would always see a lot of pairs of eyes staring down at me. Evil ones.
Now the texture on my ceiling is next to nothing… so I am no longer able to use my imagination while trying to get to sleep.
I’m jealous of you.
Doh, you caught me. LOL
I see dead people.
Ok, I think this is seriously my favorite post of yours ever. I loved this.
TOO FUNNY!! Just this morning I thought I saw a mexican man with a sombrero sitting on a log on my bathroom tile…heh…
Wow. Someone already made the “what were you on” joke.
Now I’m all discombobulated.
This post sounded like a sweet little poem. Thank you for sharing.
So it is textured and not POPCORN ceilings. One more on the list of blessings to count 🙂
Love textured ceilings!!
In my upstairs bathroom, the 50-year-old super-classy lineoleum with gold specks has a caricature of Drew Carey right next to my toilet. Let me tell you, looking at Drew Carey while you pee is no easy task.
I think the fat lady on your ceiling is awesome. Somehow I imagine that she is very graceful, despite her size.
Weird. Reminds me of a time when I was like 8 or so, and had some seriously odd hallucinations (if you can call them that…) about my textured ceiling being completely flat. Seriously. I stared at it for hours like that, then came out of a snap as it started changing colors.
I’ve gotta find out if I was on kid’s Nyquil or something like that…
Maybe she’s a previous owner? You ought to research the house’s history. 🙂
I love finding shapes in the clouds. DH and I do that all the time.
I have a teddy bear’s face in the wood floor of my upstairs bathroom and a tiny squashed fairy on my living room wall. I win! 🙂
The lower half of a fat woman appeared in the branches of the tree outside my parents’ bedroom.
I agree with Nicole. This reminded me of Pablo Neruda’s “Ode to a Watermelon” — at least the Robert Bly translation that I read.
Here’s the book, but you can’t view the actual poem on this page.
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Oooh! I did find the poem online! It’s the 3rd one on the page.
Ode to the Watermelon
Don’t read it if you don’t have a watermelon on hand. You will want one, believe me!
Girl, you were worried about comments? :-)C
26 words.
That’s how long your post was.
26 comments.
That’s how many you had.
This is why you’re the Blogguniverse Queen, the President of Bloggtopia, the Supreme Ruler of the Bloggosphere.
Maybe the fat woman heard about you, wanted to meet you.
But did she smell like bacon?
She may be gone, but if she starts singing, LOOK OUT!!!, cause it’ll all be OVER soon!
Well, here I am at last. DYM– I have been a lurker for quite some time, and I guess I just figured now is as good of time as any to come out of the closet 🙂 I love your site for many reasons, but today I think I fell in love for real. You mentioned a “scandel” in one of your recent posts, and curiousity drove me to your archives. A special feeling, if you will, lead me (almost) directly to it, and I was so impressed with how you handeled the situation. I just wanted to let you know that.
So there you go. Wasn’t as scary as I thought it’d be! J/K
That happens to me all the time. Unfortunately, I’ve never been lucky enough to see a fat women doing ballet. I think that would be quite a fun sight to behold.
Interesting as I found this post, holy cow. 31 comments on a two-liner! Zut alors!
There’s just magnolia paint on my ceiling but I swear I saw some pizza slices last night!
I tried to hide my stalking, but I can see I can no longer keep such a secret. It was me on your ceiling. I close my eyes because if I look down I will panic.
Just pray that was not a vision of your future! Ha!