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...and I can't tell you...yet.

Looking Crazy

I took this photo on my sojourn to Waterfront Park, before I started throwing rocks in the mud. As I was standing there taking photos a guy who was walking his dog came up to me and, with no preamble, said "Once you've seen one mud flat haven't you seen them all?" I explained I was taking a photo of these bolts and we laughed about it, but I didn't explain that I had indeed just spent the last 15 minutes of the mud flats. Who would have guessed that wandering down to the mud flats would garner so many stories?


This little exchange left me thinking. How often do people see me taking photos and think I'm totally crazy? Even I occasionally think I must look crazy. I enjoy looking at things in new and different ways that others might not see. If this makes me a little crazy at times, then so be it. Especially if the result is a shot like this one.

We could all use a little change

I am a rather odd creature. By and large, I'm a creature of habit. I tend to eat the same things, wear the same colours and style, and go to the same coffee shops. I like routine and knowing where I'm going next. And I get attached to things. Usually for aesthetic reasons; if I like how something looks a certain way then I am unlikely to change it. Once I get an outfit a way I really like I don't tend to change things up too much. Once I find a wall colour I like, I want every wall to be that colour. Once I find a meal I love, I eat it all the time. But there are some things that I get bored by easily. I think it's particularly true of things that don't please me visually. My hair is often the victim of this boredom. This blog seems to be another. I just haven't found a really awesome design for it yet, so I keep changing it. Ah well. At least it is more easily fixed than my hair if it turns out horribly. And sometimes a little change is good.

Charmed

I've been wearing my mom's old charm bracelet lately. I remember playing with this bracelet as a kid. She kept it in the beautiful box - heart shaped, silver coloured, curved legs, green fabric lining - and the box was stored in the linen cupboard at the top of the stairs in our condo. I used to go and sneak it out, put it on and look at all the charms. At some point I kind of just adopted it as my own. I actually have no idea when this happened, but somehow the bracelet and the box came into my possession. The bracelet came with me to university and has been patiently waiting amongst all of my other jewelry for it's day to shine. I've worn it a couple of times, but mostly it has just been there, a comforting kind of possession, one that you are glad you have, that you love knowing is safely tucked away and waiting for you. As I've gone through university I've begun to define my style. It's still evolving, and I think it always will be, but there are certain things that I have settled on. For instance, after first year I gave up my hoodies and switched to cardigans. Now I wouldn't go back for the world (except when I'm pulling an all-nighter or really cold, then I will pull out my oversized school hoodie). I have never really been a bracelet kind of gal. I did the whole wooden beaded bracelet, braided friendship bracelet, rubber "support-a-cause" bracelet thing for a while. Eventually though I moved away from those. Having things around my wrists kind of bothers me. I don't even wear a watch usually because of that. And I have very specific opinions about how substantial the things I do wear on my wrist are. Anyway, I recently got the urge to pull out this charm bracelet and I have decided that I am a girl who can wear a charm bracelet. At least, this particular charm bracelet. It is the perfect level of chunky, it's a little bit rocker and its unique. Plus, I kind of just like the fact that it was my mom's.