Finding the gold

Finding the gold: When old prospectors would look for gold they would take large pan and grab up huge loads of gravel and sand, shaking it backwards and forwards to encourage the heavier gold to the bottom of the pan, at the same time the lighter materials which are worthless are worked up to the surface and swept away. This process is repeated until all that is left is the heaviest most valuable material. 

My finding the gold project is inspired by this description, searching through the daily stuff of life that is ultimately worthless…the stress, the what ifs, the tantrums, the work nonsense,…and finding those valuable bits of my day, my week that are the moments i need to remember. The things that catch my eye and are just beautiful in their simplicity unbidden and untouched by the daily grind. Things that make me smile, even if sometimes that smile doesn’t linger and stay.

Some weeks it is harder to than others, sometimes the pan feels like it is only full of gravel and sand. There are weeks when its hard to keep going, searching through the detritus of this crazy, busy, frantic stage of life. Times when having time to catch you breathe seems impossible let alone stopping to look… but then you catch a glimpse, even in the darkest of darkness a small shard of gold can shine out and lift your spirits.  Even if it is just one piece.

Can you find the gold in your day…?

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Can you open your eyes?

I think i mentioned last week that i recently ran a mum’s photography workshop. Since then i have been thinking of new ways of explaining this thing we do when we try and capture the details of our day to day…

I have ideas for projects and things to pursue…ah if i could just find the time…

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Meanwhile though..i thought id share a little trick i use to get my kids to look at me when im taking a picture (i have to say this rarely works anymore because my kids are SO used to it!) But give it a try.

Tell your kid you are going to play a counting game and they have to sit with their eyes closed and count to 3 or any number really..Not to high otherwise they are going to go off and get bored…BUT a number..i usually stick with three. Then tell them when you get to three i want you to open your eyes. I usually tell my kids things like ‘ah i bet you can’t do it..i bet you can’t keep them shut, i bet you’ll peek’ we all know how competitive kids are!!…

anyway get yourself ready, just above their eyeline and focus on their eyes and count…1…2….3…..click. Eyes open and looking straight at you…works pretty good on kids who won’t stay still!!

Here is my own Merida to demonstrate….

Here we are counting….compose your shot..focus..and…


boom..eyes wide open and with glasses that is particularly important!! She was talking to me as well FYI…but then she rarely stops doing that anyhoo…

why don’t you try it?

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Its beginning to feel a lot like…..

Okay I know, i know….its a little bit far off but it is nearly the end of October and so that, for me, is a bit of a count down. For me that means there is a really serious possibility that there may be one or two *whispers* nights out!!

The prospect of the LBD number maybe breaking out of the mothballs means that those jean and legging glad legs probably need to get a a bit of a winter airing! *insert scream type face here*

So whats the easiest way of sorting out the forestation? Razor? Imac? what is your poision?

For me..it has to be waxing. I can relate to the whole ‘why cause yourself pain?’ argument but really waxing makes life so much easier….a little discomfort for a couple of weeks of care free frizz free.

Recently I decided to break out from behind the ‘at home’ strips and venture into the world of beauty therapy. So i went to the Jersey Treatment Rooms, which is a beauty salon very near my home on a recommendation. I was met by friendly staff and directed to a lovely little sitting area and asked to ‘take a seat” and make myself comfortable. Glancing around there was tea, coffee accompanied by softly glowing candles and a selection of mints, which I imagine might be useful if you were having a facial. No-one likes bad breath! A luxiourious moment, making a drink and actually drinking it in peace, no babies crying, no toddler screaming. Bliss.

Im not really the sort of person to run toward pain. I am first with the ‘brufen and paracetamol. I believe in pain relief. Why suffer is my policy? Which may beg the question why subject yourself to half an hour of having you hair follicles ripped from your skin?….but like i said before, convenience is such a big bonus in my world…i barely have enough time to wash in my daily shower let alone razor, pluck and primp. Which is why so often the ahem ‘forestation’ is well over due management if you know what i mean 😉

So game face on and FACE the pain. Repeating over and over…’hell ive given birth to FIVE babies(with no pain relief i might add..not through choice, but thats a different story!) so a little hot waxing was going to figure low on the pain threshold. right? RIGHT? hmmmm….

Well actually, in truth, it wasn’t too bad. At Jersey treatment rooms they warm the wax and use a follow up lotion to smooth and cool the skin. It was quick and okay a little painful but I was left feeling smooth, not too plucked chicken like and with an half hour headspace, made possible by one of those wonderful breed of beauty therapist who just ‘know’ not to fill the empty space with mindless chatter. That is like little shards of gold in my frantic schedule.

I was really impressed with the Salon actually you just have to look down their ‘menu’ of stuff and i was already starting to think what i could go back for next…im thinking maybe the fake bake? 😉

So what is your poision? Go on tell me, no-one is listening!!

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Its a saturday caption ish kind of day…

trying to re-connect with my favourite meme…and i love this one…so back with the satcap, you know what to do. Click on link below to go and check out some more…

 

 

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