I love photos. They never change, even when the people inside them do. They just stay frozen with the characters stuck in time.
As much as technology is great these days (-borderline ‘scary-great’) I miss the beauty of physical photographs. As a child, I remember my mom collecting film reels to take to the local photo shop to have developed. Weeks later we would go back and she’d come back to the car with stacks of photo packets. She’d spend so many evenings sorting them into photo albums and writing notes on the back about the occasion within the photo. What do we do now? We post them to facebook or Instagram, get some likes and comments and then that’s it, they are forgotten forever. *sad
In 2015, I got a polaroid camera and fell back in love with physical photographs. Sure the quality isn’t as defined but it is still a nostalgic luxury to hold your photographs -instantly, might I add. This process has spurred me to make an effort to print out my photographs and organise my own photo albums. Something to look back on, just like my mom is able to do.
When was the last time you got your photos printed off?
Cheerio for now!
A few years ago, I was in a bit of a funk. Friends my own age were leaving the security of the sixth form and moving on to full-time jobs and university. With my two best friends securing full-time jobs, I knew it was only a matter of time before the envious thoughts and sheer frustration of my own situation would set in. By that point, I’d achieved a lot and grew in many ways but regardless of how far I’d come I knew that as my friends embarked on their new advantages and challenges, I needed to find my next step too.
It was a gloomy day when I found myself round a close friends house, irritated and ranting on about not having health to proceed just like my friends. She turned to me and said maybe it was a matter of waiting my turn. That one day I may have my health, or at least a slightly better slate of health while my friends maybe settling down or have responsibilities tying them down. As she explained this, the idea of a deli counter came to mind -I haven’t the foggiest why, but nevertheless it did. The type you get in a supermarket, where you take a ticket and wait for your number to be called and then be served. For some reason that deli counter/ticket theory has stuck with me throughout time; even helping me wait my turn over the years.
Fast forward to last October, as my birthday and Christmas, neared I discovered the beauty that is etsy. After a few days sussing out the site, my favourites list quickly became full of enamel pins; which helped me stumble across a ticket pin. The exact type you’d get in a supermarket. After revealing my theory to a few close friends, the pin it’s way into my Christmas stocking… And now onto my denim jacket. A constant reminder that my time will come, I just have to have a little patience (*cue take that)
Do you have a theory? What is it?
Cheerio for now!