Whether a person, a pet, an object, or a place, write about something or someone you connected with from the very first second
My kids, all four of them…houses I’ve chosen to live in…the town I live in now… And teddy bears. I have a fatal weakness, mostly resisted, but not always, for teddy bears who ask me to take them home.
But today, I’m going to be totally self-indulgent. Just saying, so you can skip the rest and move on if you feel like it…
But then I got cold feet and removed most of the post, just leaving enough to make sense of the very kind comments.
Yesterday, looking for something else entirely, I came across this. It was on a strip of prints from one of those money-in-the-slot photo booths, when I was about 19, at drama school, and coerced into taking my turn to make a fool of myself. And I thought, Well, bugger me! (being Australian and all.) Because whaddya know! I wasn’t butt-ugly after all! Not beautiful. ‘No oil painting’, as my husband once pointed out, bless his little cotton socks. But not a paper-bag-over-the-head job: not bad enough to shock children.