I had the weirdest dream the other night. I wore Van Cleef & Arpels Santal Blanc to sleep and that night I had a dream about Georgian Revival house on the main street of a small town. It looked to be from the 1800’s. It was rainy. And I thought to myself…who were these people?! They seemed wealthy and “old money” even if they lived in a small town… I felt intimidated. A woman and I discussed the architecture and she guessed it to be possibly from the 1800’s and I guessed 1850’s. And she thought I might be right… I probably wasn’t. It probably was more late 1800’s. …Or maybe it was from earlier and it was Georgian. Not Georgian Revival. And the whole time I smelled Santal Blanc.
I think they might have been my paternal grandparents. I’m not certain but I suspect they might have been… Whether that house exists or not, it all felt weirdly possible.
My father was wild too. Should he be my father.
I’m sorry. It’s just shocking to realize that you’re possibly…so…different.
Keen to Cross the Pond 