Being a hopeless romantic and someone who loves love, I do enjoy a bit of matchmaking though not between actual real people. No, my liaising is between random things in my flat. Things I think are good together. I will pair them on a shelf so they can live happily ever after. Lionel the giant money pig with a gold pineapple, a plastic R2-D2 with a book about Dolly Parton, for example. The first of these happy couples to make it into The Museum of Sarah is Buddha and a Mirrorball. They’ve been together for nearly a year and are very happy.

I believe every home should have at least one mirrorball and I’ve had this one for most of my life. I’ve had it for so long I can’t remember where it came from but I think it was a present from my mother, June who would have thought it was “very fun.” It came in a brown box with the kind of satisfying polystyrene which fits around it’s shape perfectly. It’s first home was the Victorian fireplace in my bedroom before it was taken to uni, where, after several vodkas, I almost stood on it to recreate the Justin Timberlake album cover. Thankfully it was saved from this horror, moved back home with me and then to Brighton and then to London where it was happily set up with Buddha. Over the years the polystyrene has been lost so it’s taken a few knocks and lost a couple of mirrors but that’s all part of it’s charm now.

Buddha moved in two years ago when I graduated from a blogging workshop in 2015. The Blogcademy was a weekend workshop where we learnt about blogging and instagram and larked about with pineapples. Unfortunately I had a revolting cold so spent the whole thing dosed up and trying not to breathe on anyone. Throughout the weekend there was a photo competition but because I was ill and also the least competitive person in the UK, I didn’t really think about it.

It was only when they were announcing the winners that I saw the array of prizes and there he was, my neon pink light up Buddha. Much like a decent raffle, if you won you could go up and choose which prize you wanted. As the award giving went on the choice of prizes got smaller and smaller but to my bafflement, no one chose Buddha. When my name was called I darted towards the front and stopped short of grabbing him or screaming “he’s MINE! I want HIM!!” I gracefully picked him up, took the applause and Kat from The Blogcademy said “I knew someone would like him.” He’s been on my shelf, and at a disco, ever since.

photo c/o nubbytwiglet.com and Sarah Kuszelewicz. I was SO ill.

I had a good hunt around for where you could buy Buddha and most places seem to be out of stock (understandably, he is divine) but they do have him at octer if you need him in your life. Everywhere from Very to Not on The High Street sell mirror and disco ball things or if you want to real deal, you want Mirrorball Paul. Can we also just take a moment for this one designed for budgie bird cages?

xxox