Words and Imagery: 1

This photo was taken by my husband during his visit to Paris for a conference in 2006. Looking at this the following words come to mind.

Anticipation, Expectation, Time.

What comes to your mind when you see this image?

Perspectives

Image courtesy of: http://www.katebloom.co.uk/images/pageimages/curly_hair.jpg

A few months ago my sweet Hubby was putting together photos to display in a multiple picture frame. Every photo he chose was perfect. Each photo, that is, except the one he chose of me. It is the last one I would have chosen to display of myself. Yet, of the almost 900 images he had to choose from, he chose this particular one. I don't think I have self-loathing issues (well, none that I know of - if you are a psychoanalyst and reading this, please enlighten me!). And, after a fair amount of consideration, self-analysis and confirmation of family support, I don't mind having pictures of me displayed on my fashion blog. However, I chose these pictures, crop them and display them from my perspective. In my mind they are reasonable and my blog moves on.

However, getting back to the picture my Hubby chose of me. My hair is back in something akin to a ponytail and I have what I call the 'sunrise frizz' happening all over the crown of my head. And, as we had travelled 20,000 km two days prior, I was bloated and wearing some pretty run-of-the-mill attire. Mind you there are photos from a wedding where I was wearing a stylish outfit and my hair was coiffed etc, etc (in my minds eye, anyway!). And still darling Hubby chooses that particular picture of me to display.

When I considered taking this photo out he told me that he thinks it is one of the most beautiful photos he has seen of me and that is why he chose it. The photo still sits where his obliging hands placed it but I am still a little bothered by it. However, I don't have the heart to remove it.

What is it that he sees that I do not?

Moreover, what is it that I see that he doesn't?

And, how does this apply to others whether they are near or far?

Allergy to Aerogard

I have been taggeg to post the 5th photo from the 5th folder in my pictures file by my lovely sis over at www.lovemyhijab.blogspot.com

The photo I found is of my son, Mr 6 (at the time 4) whom we discovered had an allergy to Aerogard a personal anti-insect spray (whoever heard of an allergy to an Australian icon?!).

A chidhood memory of mine was 'Don't forget the Aerogard, and 'ave a good weekend!'.

And, my child has an allergy to Aerogard. At the time the photo was taken, we had been invited to the neighbour's house for a barbeque (yes, an Aussie Backyard Barbie) shortly after they had moved to the neighbourhood. After having thrown on the obligatory prawns (shrimps) and snags (no, not Sensitive New Age Guys, but sausages!) I noticed that the mosquitos were in their more-than-usual abundance (we live quite close to river). I quickly grabbed the Aerogard (a non-aerosol brand, better for the enviroment etc, etc) and sprayed my baby's arms and legs with it. I was determined that no mozzies (Aussie vernacular for mosquito) were going to get to him and make him all itchy, all night! Not a minute after I had applied what was to be a life-saver, it had become a life-threatener. My baby started to turn red and his head started to swell (thinking back now it was quite funny...terrible mother I am!). Poor darling, even his tongue was a little redder than usual. We immediately gave him ventolin (several puffs into his spacer) as he was an asthmatic and thought it better to be on the safe side. We then took him home, washed him down and watched him for the next few hours. I sat him down and kept checking his breathing whilst hubby (a cardiologist) sitting beside me, checking him as well...and eating a prawn...or six!

At home, and whilst Mr 4-at-the-time was watching television I took some photos. We tucked him into bed and my darling baby ended up scratching all night anyway!

Now, whenever my sweet baby sees a blue can, he absolutely freaks out, runs and hides behind my knees. Even the rest of the family have vowed against bringing it out when he is around and God love them, they put up with the mozzie bites just to protect him. Although, some family members have been known to come up to me (in the midst of scratching the skin off their arm or leg) and ask me if i am absolutely sure he has an allergy. Family...don't you just love them!

If you are interested please take on the tag and show us the 5th photo in your 5th file, just for a bit of fun...go on!!

I wonder, do you know anyone with an 'odd' allergy?