As we turn back our clocks an hour on the weekend, I thought I might as well share these pictures that were also a step back in time.
Even though it was February, it appeared to still be Christmas in Hosier Lane (the famous graffiti laneway in Melbourne). I have mentioned before it is not may favourite laneway for street art in Melbourne but it is very handy to The Outsiders gallery and that made taking the short cut through it all the more worthwhile.
So this week's #Allseasons is Christmas. Or the arbitrary nature of time. Whichever you choose.
#Allseasons linky runs from Thursday to Wednesday each week.
Link one post that shows something seasonal. Traditional weather wise, a seasonal nature marker or a seasonal celebration.
Make sure you link back to this #AllSeasons post.
Please comment on the post before yours and the host. Don't dump and run.
Someone I know online was complaining about how they looked. I know those words too well, the ageing appearance that creeps into your vision, noticing not so much as how you are, but how you are no longer...
The irony is, she put up a really lovely photo. Not false modesty but not seeing herself as the rest of the world sees her. I had said to her 'We judge ourselves more harshly than reality, so don't listen to that a$$hole in your head!'
My body shape has changed with age, and for once I carry weight on my waist. I puff up and down on a daily basis it seems. Making decisions on what to wear always a last moment choice if in the evening.
I was going to see Alison Wonderland at Machine Hall, but before that, stopping by to see Headstrong at Oxford Arts Factory. I was wondering what to wear as both venues and performers were different style requirements.
Then I remembered I am old and will look like an out of place weirdo at both regardless of my outfit and I genuinely relaxed and figured I would wear what I liked as I was going to look out of place anyway....Problem solved!
So for comfort, I dug out this dress. I always get compliments in it, which makes me laugh.
Hilariously, it is 22 years old. How do I know, you ask?
It's a maternity dress.
I actually wanted to let BellyBasics know how excellent their quality as it's still in pristine condition but it appears they are no more. The dress outlasted the company.
It's my go too whenever I decide I am too fat for all my clothes. Or if it is super hot and I just want something loose. I always put it on, feeling depressed and thinking I look ridiculous. Then someone at the party or in the line for the bathroom will come up to me and tell me I look great and ask me where I got it. And that is the lesson that what we see is tainted by what we think.
If only we always saw ourselves through other people's eyes....