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Photo Hunt: Together
Posted in Daily, Family, Photo Hunt
Tagged Photo Hunt, Photography, Wedding
Photo Hunt: Blue
I wasn’t kidding about the flatbed scanner death. Prime example: here is a photo of a photo. My ‘something blue’ were my toe nails. And the kilt idea? Totally his. Of course, I backed him up 100% — how could I not? For those interested, he wore Black Watch.
Happy birthday to my wonderful husband. The man who…
1. Convinced me I had been hiding behind my glasses for twenty-two years and to finally ditch them. He saw me for who I was and convinced me that my self-esteem was battered and bruised. I trusted him and took the leap. People I was friends with who only knew me with glasses, don’t recognise me at all without. I took them off for our wedding photos.
2. Washes pots and pans because he knows I hate to do it. I was turned against them as a 16-year-old faced with congealed gravy with skin, and had to delve into it sans gloves to clean the thing. I also knew I couldn’t have at it with the brush or the scrubby. In my own defense, I’ll wash them if I absolutely have to.
3. Heats my cold toes up even though they could double as a cold compress. They get cold even if I keep shoes on.
4. Signed up for a channel package which included BBC America seven years ago to make me feel more at home.
5. Surprised me the first Christmas we were married with a stocking full of British goods, including Irn Bru, a Double Decker, British sausages (they were technically in the fridge), Ambrosia Custard and a few other lovelies.
6. Puts me above all else and has foregone Scout Roundtable meetings and other things to take care of me if I’ve had a bad day.
7. Puts the lid down, and then flushes. Classic microbiologist trait.
8. Loves me implicitly.
I don’t think I could quite sum it up as I did 3 years ago. Here’s the link, go see for yourself.
Posted in Daily, Husband, Me, Photo Hunt
Tagged Birthday, Husband, Photo Hunt, Wedding
If only she knew…
This week’s theme is skinny. Rather than post the obvious, I’ve been sitting trying to come up with a different approach. ‘What’s the skinny?’ Nothing. So here’s the obvious:
Excuse the poor quality, the scanner I used six years ago sucked–but you get the idea. Plus, a great shot of my skinny husband in a kilt. His idea. I backed him up though, of course.
Here’s one of me from October 1999 at my skinny size 6, of course, you can’t see that. I was also still in Scotland at this point. The photo was taken in California on vacation by my amateur photographer friend.
But in spite of the above, I must admit my mindset has been changed over the years, and more so recently. Thanks to little fingers changing the channel, I happened upon a t.v. show I probably wouldn’t have given much thought to or consideration. How to Look Good Naked is hosted by one of the Fab 5, Carson Kreeley on Lifetime Television. In their own words, “[They’ve crossed the] Atlantic and brought Britain’s hit reality series ‘How to Look Good Naked’ to the States. The show teaches women of all shapes and sizes how to go from self-loathing to self-loving without resorting to interventions like extreme dieting or cosmetic surgery.”
I really can’t remember the last time I watched a television program and came out of it feeling uplifted and inspired, it was refreshing. It also made me realise that my recent desire to workout and eat better isn’t fuelled from self-loathing or feeling like I am unsightly; I’m out-of-shape and unfit. Walking Ian to school (when the weather behaves) at a decent pace has taught me this–and it’s only a 12-minute jaunt each way. It’s amazing how that just after a few days I already feel better, and that in itself has done me the world of good.
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Tagged kilt, Scotland, self image, skinny, Wedding, working out