So I have another theory.
I don’t think it was stolen. Or borrowed. Well, at least not directly, although there are a limited number of stories in circulation. It possibly edges on the sliding doors phenomenon, although I have to admit I haven’t actually seen the film –
And doors (sliding or otherwise).
Think – wait for it – paths.
Last year, I went to a vintage 1920s party. It was run by this great group that I discovered through a friend. It was my first vintage party – and I turned up in an Oasis T-shirt and jeans. Oooops. There is nothing like walking into a room full of men clad in spats and breeches, and women wearing flapper dresses and sequins, and realising that you’ve made a bit of a faux pas –
There is a group of people – I soon discovered – who regularly put on their vintage digs and step back into another time.
And so, what I took away from the experience (aside from a cute handbag and a china blue vintage dress), was an appreciation that, if you step to the left, there might be a whole world you haven’t seen before.
So, this is the theory.
There are lots of worlds, lined up alongside each other, all going on at the same time. Some of them we glimpse into. Some of them we pass totally by. Some of them we touch the edges of – and then decide that they’re not really for us. And some we tumble into, and feel like we’ve come home.
It’s crazy exciting.
It means that new opportunities can appear, depending on where you stand. That the fringes of one world might also be the fringes of another community, or passion, or way of being, that is just beyond earshot or eyesight –
Which also, upon reflection, makes me a little bit afraid.
And so, without pretending that all the paths are blossom filled and sparkling, I’ve decided that zig-zagging is the way forward in 2011. It’s all about lowering the walls, and being open to the possibilities –
and also knowing that we only ever, I think, see a part of what is going on.