Pattern…..
After last week's challenge, I have decided to base all of my 'Project 52' posts around the little things, things I see everyday as a mum, as a wife, as a friend (and not necessarily as a photographer). These may be things that I usually observe, rather than comment on, but somehow make up part of my everyday life and that are significant. Well, significant to me anyway!
For those of you who know me well, you will have met my super creative side, paired with (and sometimes opposed to) the super organised, ordered side to my personality. I distinctly remember flying over London for the first time and being incredibly excited, not (totally) because we were embarking on an unchartered adventure of a life time, but because as I looked out of the aeroplane window, I could see all of these tiny little buildings with matching brickwork, matching roofs, matching chimneys, all lined up in little rows. Sad I know!
Depending on the day and the circumstance, either one of these personality traits will usually reign supreme, but when the stars align, both work together in complete harmony. These are typically the days I find I am the most productive and centred, and in turn, creative. My eldest daughter however, was not blessed with this Dr Jekyll / Mr Hyde type personality trait (some would say quite fortunately), she leans more towards the ummmmmm, how shall we say it………..un-ordered scheme of things. 110% creative, 100% of the time.
How does this apply to this week's topic of 'pattern' I hear you ask?
Well, my daughter you see, would love nothing more than to spend her days dressed in her favourite t-shirt and favourite (somewhat too small, but far too precious to pack away just yet) skirt, with her waist length ringlet bed head hair flicking and flying around the place! Its kind of a 'look out, you may just lose an eye if she turns around to quick' type scenario.
On weekends and holidays she kind of embodies this wild child, uninhibited spirit that dances her way through the house to whatever music is playing (and with a Daddy who worked in the music industry in a past life, the collection is quite eclectic).
And sometimes I just sit and watch.
I watch in awe.
Her free spirit.
Her love for life.
The sparkle in eyes.
The incredible grace she maintains during an extensive session of air-guitar.
In awe that I helped create such a perfect little human.
And sometimes she will come and sit with me. Very close. Close enough for her to create quite a substantial beard for both of us with her crazy locks.
We both laugh and in turn tickle each others faces with a single curl.
I love her.
I am acutely aware that these days will soon be the rarity, rather than the regular as the normality of daily routines kick back in in just a few short weeks. And I know in turn, it will bring about the daily task of getting dressed in to (not the aforementioned favourite attire), but rather, a uniform. I also know that this will be quite a transition for this creative babe of mine. No more flicking, frolicking and twirling around, but the ordered and patterned, uniform appropriate hair will prevail.
The plait.
I must admit, the organised side of my personality appreciates the pattern it creates, its symmetry and simplicity, but I can't help be a little sad every time I tie back that crazy hair.
I do hope that even though she may look neat and ordered on the outside, she is still twirling around and dancing to the beat of her own drum on the inside.
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) that she would like to be the 'creative director' in charge of everything from props to outfits, to positioning and to how exactly I was to sit and take the photos (…….this was made quite clear as the morning progressed!) Here is a little snippet of what we came up with……not quite sure which one will make it into the Christmas card this year though……. x
