Writing 101 – Day 4 (Thursday 10th September 2015) – A story in a single image
Don’t tell me what to do, WordPress!
Kidding. Obviously WordPress has been given free reign to boss me around as it sees fit for the next four weeks. However, I didn’t like any of the pictures showcased in the assignment so I chose my own. What of it?
I like this picture above because it makes me smile. Look at my silly husband with his eyelashes, so long that they brush against the lenses of his glasses. Look at him grinning like a loon. Look at me caught unawares by the flash, trying to comb the dreadlocks out of my bird’s nest.
We had a series of old school pictures taken in an Automatic booth in the open market last week and to say I was unimpressed with how old and chubby cheeked I looked in the finished articles is an understatement. It was not a good discovery for me, to learn that vintage B&W makes me look twenty years older than I am (I was envisaging a more Liz Taylor aesthetic, if I’m honest) but it was also a shock that I cared so much.
I try not to be vain, especially when I’m goofing around with my loved one. I mean, who cares if you look like shit when you’ve laughing your tits off? It couldn’t matter less in the grand scheme of things. I’m not militant about being tagged in Facebook pictures, and if I take 88 shit selfies before I land on the perfect one, I tend to blame my surroundings. Obvs.
But this made me want to cry. “I’m an ancient moon face!” I wanted to shout into the face of anyone who walked past me. I didn’t but that was the general mood. For about a second.
Glynn told me to pull myself together and we got on with our day. I destroyed the evidence of course, but on second viewing I rescued this one. It’s great because he’s laughing at me being a twat in front of the camera. I’m combing out my hair because I do care how I look sometimes and my tattoo looks freaking great.