Silent-ish Sunday*: In Which I Let A Dozen Pretty Pictures From The Last Week Do The Talking.
So then I was like, “Hey, I could do something different on every day of the week! Structure roolz!” Even though I hate structure and immediately get anxious when one is imposed on me. Any kind of structure. Like places I have to be at a certain time, for example. Or things I have to do on certain days, such as Five Thing Friday or Silent-ish Sunday. But then I uploaded the pictures and made them sepia tinted Polaroids using the built in editing stuff on Flickr.com because for some reason I feel sentimental about sepia-tinted Polaroids as though I want to recall my kids growing up in the 1970s** when really they are growing up in the 2000s. (Is there a word for that, by the way? Because “the 2000s” is just awkward.) Then I liked the idea even more once it was done because seeing my little sepia-tinted kids reminds me both that they were jaundiced at birth and resembled carroty tadpoles and also that somewhere in my mum’s house are boxes and boxes of yellowing Polaroids of my own childhood, throughout which I wasn’t jaundiced but you wouldn’t know that from the pictures.
I thought I’d put these little gems on the blog and then NOT TALK about them for 1000 words because I have to do 1000 words of novel today and yesterday and, well, every day, so I can’t always be giving 1000 words to the blog because after all, how many words does one person have?
Enjoy!
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* (This was going to be Sunday’s feature but then the uploader wasn’t working properly and the kids wanted to go to the beach and it was windy enough to fly kites and then we went for dinner at my parents’ house and, well, you know how it goes. So it’s still Sunday’s feature, it’s just a day late. Huzzah.) (I don’t even know what that means, I’ve just been saying it for about a week.) (Not non-stop or anything, that would be weird.)
** This may also explain why I’m so drawn to 1970s style long floral dresses and 1970s style wedge sandals and the book, The Valley of the Dolls. Also why I know (and love) all the lyrics to the songs of Mr. Neil Diamond.
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