My Mum had a massive surprise this week. She answered the door and her brother and sister-in-law were standing there. Nothing unusual in that, only they emigrated to Australia 35 years ago and Mum hasn’t seen them for nearly a decade 🙂 They were here to attend a wedding and I went to see them in all their finery. I opened Mum’s lounge room door and my Aunt was sat on the sofa looking gorgeous.
Me: “Hello! Oh you look beautiful.”
Aunt: “Oh my goodness what on earth have you done to your hair?”
I haven’t seen her for 10 years and this is her opening line.
Me: “I have hair extensions in.”
Aunt: “No, it’s not that. Have you changed the colour? Didn’t you used to be blonder?”
Me: “I’ve never been blond.”
Aunt: “You definitely used to be fairer. You looked much nicer with fairer hair.”
I never know what my response to statements like this are supposed to be.
“Thanks, it’s nice to know I look like crap.” or
“Even though I only see you once a decade I’ll rush home and peroxide my hair just to keep you happy.”
Seriously, I would never dream of saying something negative about anyone’s appearance. What would my intention be? The only result is to make the person feel shit about themselves and why the hell would I do that to someone I care about?
Of course, my Aunt doesn’t know I’ve lost about 30% of my hair due to my mast cell disease and the rest is pitifully thin so I wear a wig (I tell everyone I have extensions because extensions are acceptable, whereas there is still a stigma involved in wearing a wig). That’s why my hair looks different. I can also no longer tolerate hair dye and am not ready to have totally grey hair at the age of 49. I’m already self conscious about the situation and statements like this really don’t help. I was brought up that if you don’t have something nice to say you say nothing – I wish more people did the same.
My Camera club don’t meet in the summer, but we get together once a month to socialize and take a few photos. I haven’t been out socially in the evening since 2016 so on Weds night I decided to go along. The weather was glorious and we chose a little village with a river, Church and nice pub. I had a smashing couple of hours and managed to get this photo of some ducklings. As usual I was the first to leave because I was knackered but I’m still chuffed I managed to attend.
Saturday morning I was walking up my drive when I heard my 90 year old next door neighbour shouting me and demanding I go over “right now”. I simply didn’t have time to visit her last week and thought she was just pissed I hadn’t been round, but it turned out her electricity had gone off the night before and she hadn’t been able to let anyone know because obviously her phone didn’t work. She was tearful, stressed and in a bit of a state so I gave her a love then tried ringing her son who lives in our village. No answer. So I got in my car and drove up to his house – his car wasn’t there so he was obviously out (I later found out he was on the other side of the country for the weekend). So I rang her daughter, who lives 350 miles away, and who also didn’t pick up.
I knew the trip switch had probably been activated, but my neighbour’s house hasn’t been rewired for 50 years and doesn’t possess a regular fuse box or anything, so I had no clue how to re-set the system myself. My neighbour kept telling me to just ring the electric board and get them to come out and fix it, and I couldn’t get her to understand that they don’t fix electricity inside the house just the supply leading up to the house! I finally managed to get through to her daughter, who agreed it was OK for me to find an electrician to come and look at it which took a while as it was the weekend. I eventually found a lovely chap who was there within 20 minutes and only charged my neighbour a tenner. It was the trip switch which had activated and he’s now shown me how to reset it for future ref.
Sat afternoon I’d arranged for a model to come round to try out an idea I had in my head for a photo – the result is below. Considering many of my pictures are on the freaky side I’m amazed anyone ever agrees to sit for me and they really are very brave to let me photograph them in a less than flattering light!