I am not a fan of having my picture taken,unless its a selfie that has been attempted many times and edited until I am happy with it.
Our Dad was always snapping photos, random moments when we weren’t looking or weren’t camera ready.
I would often take his phone and say ‘oh dad thats awful, delete that one or please don’t put that on facebook’.
Looking back does any of that matter? Who cares if an image of me was captured when I felt I wasn’t looking my best? Those pictures are moments in time,memories captured right in the moment. Moments we will never get back again.
There comes a time in our lives when photographs are the only visual representation of loved ones and life itself, be in the photos, be happy, be impulsive, be present.
Have those moments to look back on, to laugh, to cry, to remember but mostly to love.❤x
This was yesterday but I got a little distracted by trying (unsuccessfully) to fix my hoover and forgot to post!
You know that feeling you get when its your day off and your going out for coffee and you decide that instead of your boring flats you will wear heels instead?
In my head this seemed like a fab idea, all was going well until we had parked the car and began walking to the coffee shop. After a few steps it became apparent that the gaps in the walkway were not designed with any one wearing heels in mind as pretty soon with almost every step I took I found myself getting my heel caught.
To avoid breaking either my ankles or my boots I had to adopt a unique style of walking which consisted of almost walking sideways~think of a crab scuttling around and you probably won’t go far wrong for a lifelike image!
Fortunately the coffee was good as was the company so I can’t complain.
I decided that a change of footwear was probably necessary before the school run this afternoon to avoid further embarrassment and indeed injury.
Whilst at home I noticed my boy had left half an easter egg casually lying around in his room~he is either very trusting or a bit silly leaving it in my line of vision~fortunately for him, I neither hid it or ate it but I must confess that the latter was extremely tempting.
After the school run it was a typical afternoon, 2 trips to tesco (because one is never enough quite clearly!), I made dinner and was contemplating washing up when I had a very nice suprise delivery from a friend of mine in the form of a ‘halo’ ice cream it tasted fab and the wrapper made me giggle hehe.
I then proceeded to torture myself by taking the hoover apart, well most of it apart from 2 screws which refused to be moved, after nearly 2 hours it remains still not fixed on the lounge floor~well tomorrow is another day and all that jazz.
Bedtime has rolled around in a flash and I am hopeful for some sleep, as much as I am rocking the bags big enough to get a months worth of shopping in underneath my eyes, a good snooze would be much appreciated.
Well one can dream or not as the case may be! ❤ x