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dis·ap·point·ment
| 1. |
the act or fact of disappointing. |
| 2. |
the state or feeling of being disappointed. |
| 3. |
a person or thing that disappoints |
Funny how life can pull the rug from under your feet so quickly. One minute you’re walking along thinking the world couldn’t be a shinier or happier place. The next minute you’re lying on the ground, a bruise on your bottom, wondering how it could go wrong so quickly….
Disappointment hits like those ferocious waves that strike so hard you can’t stand up, and you get pulled down into the white wash, and it twists you so fast until you can’t work out which way is up. Or don’t really care anymore.
I got my haircut last week.
And oh my god, I’ve been sooking about it non-stop. It’s very short for me, and for the first time in many years I can’t pull it back and hide the curls away anymore. I even wanted to refuse to go to work the first morning because I was worried about what peope might say or think.
It took a week. I still feel ‘obvious’ and people still comment, but my hair finally feels like it’s mine again. I’m not ready to have photos taken yet, but here’s a token…
A beautiful long weekend of giggles, late nights, expensive champagne, kisses in the rain and movie chill-outs. A pretty weekend with my Lover and our friends.
It must be love…
“Art is different value system. Like God, it fails us continually. Like God, we have legitimate doubts about its existence, but like God, art leaves us with footprints of beauty. We sense there is more to life than the material world can provide, and art is a clue, an intimation, at its best, a transformation…Art reminds us of all the possibilities we are persuaded to forget.”
Another one from Jeanette Winterson.
The message from up high…
I love la la. Beautiful boys serve us $2 glasses of wine, plus words of wisdom for free.
On the way to the Collingwood Children’s Markets I found a little illustration dedicated to myself and my wonderful Janelle, both of us obsessed with grif-raffs.
I wish I’d taken a photo of me with him (I’ve named him Henry), so you get the perspective of how high he is.
So so sexy…
If only I could look so good with a lawn-mower.
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There are no words to describe how funny I think this is.
I took lots of photos this week, but haven’t had time to blog them. So I’m cheating a little tonight and doing a series of blog entries of “my week in photos”…
A late night wander with my beautiful lover, and a wall that said everything I wanted to.
