Within the past two days, I have had two rather embarrassing and very typical ‘me’ moments.
The first, which happened on Wednesday, took place at my work. I work at a café and after I had just taken a customers order for coffees at the till, I was about to ask the usual ‘Do you need your receipt?’ Instead, what my ditzy self blurted out was ‘Do you need salt and pepper?’ “DO YOU NEED SALT AND PEPPER?” Are you kidding me…. Of all things… THAT rolled of my tongue.
Now, let me assure you that normally I am quite onto it while serving at the till (touch wood). I have no idea where my mind was prancing off at that moment, and thankfully rather than causing any awkward silence the customer and my boss who happened to be standing right by me laughed hysterically. Glad my nonsense can bring about a little laughter…
The second very embarrassing incident was my very rushed and awkward experience in the changing room today. I was at a clothing store called Kookai with my mum and we were rushed for time. Consequently, mum and I decided she would go do her errand while I tried on a few clothing pieces so we could leave in due time. When I was about to take off a top I had just tried, I realised I should probably never have put it on in the first place. It. Was. Too. Tight. At this point, I am totally aware of the bare time I have until we need to leave and the fact that I was alone in the store. It wasn’t like I could just ask the sales assistant ‘Excuse me but do you think you could help undress me?’ So there I was standing half naked in the dressing room sweaty and panicked. I even have a bruise near my armpit area as a battle scar of that unfortunate dressing room experience. Moral of the story: Do not be over confident in your dress size.
While I was sorting through some of my photographs on my laptop today I came across a folder of sunsets I had taken in 2013. I have combined some of my photos from 2013 with a few of the ones I recently took in 2014.
All photos are raw.
The sunset faded and blended from pink to peach to mango in a smoothie in the sky…
The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
Sunset is still my favourite colour, and the rainbow is second.
The Lord my God will enlighten my darkness
Let there be light…
“There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free. Don’t miss so many of them.”
As I was cutting out my photographs and choosing which sticker font to use while being surrounded by patterned paper, glue and bits and bobs of craft I felt perfectly content and calm. I know what you’re thinking; ‘This girl is out of control.’ Okay, so it may not sound like a pumping time but I can honestly say this creative therapeutic pastime is my ideal Sunday evening.
In the past two weeks, I’ve been doing quite a bit of scrapbooking. Scrapbooking is one of those hobbies I claim to love, but rarely have I actually scrapbooked. I went through an intense but short lived phase of scrapbooking and card making mania a couple of years back but have long lost touch with my inner ‘DIY’ self. I am a sentimental person bordering on being maudlin at times who dwells in nostalgia too much for my own good. What better way to channel this aspect of myself than in scrapbooking?
Photographs and photography are thoroughly precious and fascinating for me. My first project was getting those world challenge photographs printed (two years late!!). When I was looking through the printed photos I catched details I had never noticed before. I was living vicariously through these photographs of a much treasured and amazing trip in South East Asia.
Now, some people may think it’s completely pointless to scrapbook. You may be right. Yes, this scrapbook is probably not going to be seen by many and nor will I get any tangible return from it. Creating art for the fun of it seems to be less popular today. But what makes it so satisfying is that I am doing this solely for personal value.
Through the process of scrapbooking, I learned how invaluable creativity is. Sometimes in our lives, with the pressure and stress from school and work, taking the time out to do something purely for ourselves can be so liberating. Something creative. Something that gets the art juices flowing. Some form of self-expression.