I remember reading The Lion, TheWitch and The Wardrobe as a child, and being intrigued at the idea of a magic portal which delivered you to a land of talking beavers and high-quality Turkish Delight.
More than once* I have pushed past assorted clothing and miscellany in wardrobes, closets, cupboards, and the occasional gun cabinet – and emerged disappointed (and extremely disheveled).
Life is hard sometimes, and sometimes you just want to escape reality, put on a big fur coat**, enter a magic portal, and chill out with a faun.
The closest thing I have to a magic portal in my adult life is my cupboard of fun.
For those of you who don’t know what a cupboard of fun is – please allow me to explain: a cupboard is a cabinet or closet, usually with a door and shelves, used for storage, and fun is enjoyment, amusement, or lighthearted pleasure… So it’s basically a closet with a door and shelves used for enjoyment and amusement.
And it’s a lot like a magic portal – to a land of booze and board games – and I never emerge disappointed (though I am often disheveled).
* This week
** Faux, obvs