There are quite a few things that man has done which have made me angry. None have ashamed me as much as his response to this issue. I’m deeply sorry he represents the uk.
I can’t tell you how angry I am by his response. I have tears in my eyes. I am livid. It’s not as if I expected he would roll over and say sure here you go. But the arrogance and lack of sensitivity he displayed is appalling. I don’t have a vocabulary strong enough to express how I feel about what he said.
I actually feel really glad to hear how many people feel the same way. I’ve always been made to feel like a freak because I like to sleep with clothes on.
David Cameron has ruled out making reparations for Britain’s role in the historic slave trade and urged Caribbean countries to “move on”.
Okay so you built your economies on our backs and never compensated us for our hundreds of years of free labour but WE have to move on because, well it doesn’t quite suit you.
He said Britain’s role in wiping slavery “off the face of our planet” should be remembered.
Oh well yes by all means pat yourselves on the backs for getting rid of a system that you yourselves created and benefitted from for two hundred years. Good on you! Let’s make it ALL about you shall we?
He added: “I do hope that, as friends who have gone through so much together since those darkest of times, we can move on from this painful legacy and continue to build for the future.”
Oh so we’re friends now? Your people OWNED our people. We were colonies until the 1960′s. Whatever we went through together it wasn’t by choice, muffin.
He said his visit – the first by a British prime minister in 14 years – was to “reinvigorate” ties between the countries, and that he wanted to concentrate on future relations rather than centuries-old issues.
Oh well yes please choose the agenda and tell us how we should feel and what we should be thinking about. God forbid you listen to our own concerns. That would be treating us like… equals!
There have been calls from the Jamaican government to make financial amends and apologise.
No apology from him, but instead an acknowledgement about the impact that slavery has had.
Yes. Please! Let’s talk about how awful slavery was and then do absolutely NOTHING about it. Oh wait I forget. You freed us. From… you.
In 1833, Britain emancipated its enslaved people and raised the equivalent of £17bn in compensation money to be paid to 46,000 of Britain’s slave-owners for “loss of human property”. University College London has compiled a database of those compensated.
Oh so you WERE willing to pay compensation, just to the people who owned, well, other PEOPLE. But not to the ACTUAL PEOPLE themselves who did all the labour. Funny how that works. It’s almost as if you were taking money out of your right pocket and putting it into you left. Imagine that!
Campaigners also called on Mr Cameron to make a personal apology, saying one of his own ancestors was paid compensation for the loss of his slaves in 1834.
Yay I made my first sale on Etsy today! I opened up a shop there a little while ago, I didn’t have many listings. I’ve been slowly curating it and trying to direct traffic there and today I got a sale! Yissssss
Several Caribbean countries have been pushing for reparations for slavery from the British government and the British Prime Minister just visited Jamaica and his response was basically that we need to move on and get over it.
Was he under the impression that reparations were to soothe our emotional pain?
I woke up early to drop Chris to work because his car is at the mechanic. I’m never awake at 5:30am or whenever I got up. The mechanic just called and said he’s bringing the car. So I got up early for nothing. I’m just gonna have my coffee and chill out then.
I know I’m in a minority here but I really hate sleeping naked. I either end up freezing my butt off or sticking to myself, sticking to Chris, it’s a mess. I like clothes. I think I was born with clothes.
I figured out how much coffee to use, it tastes pretty good this morning. Cheers y’all.
One of my earliest memories is of sitting on the bed at my grandparents’ house with my brother, and our father coming home and dumping a bucketful of tiny plastic animals all over the bed to our surprise and delight. I was almost two, my brother close to five.
We had just moved to Trinidad from Switzerland. I was a shy and quiet child who stuck to my brother’s side. My grandmother would communicate with him and he’d speak to me in French and then translate back to her. Unlike most of the memories before which have a hazy, dreamlike quality to them, my memories of moving to Trinidad are sharp. I remember feeling sad at times because our parents, who were looking for a house, were gone a lot of the time. Trinidad was so hot and the sun so bright. My grandfather was a stern man who smiled very little and scared me. My grandmother was kind and gentle but I kept my distance. Everything felt new and overwhelming.
We kept those little plastic animals for a very long time. I recall a dinosaur among them, I liked to chew on his tail. I think we got rid of them in the yard sale we had when we were moving to Venezuela. But every time I played with them I remembered the day we got them.
I can’t find my camera. I had it lying around out of the case for weeks. It’s bright green. Now I put it back in the black case because I was trying to be a responsible adult and now I can’t find it. Goddammit
I was thinking of writing a post about someone and I was going to say that my parents know him. But then that sounded wrong because one of my parents is dead. So I thought maybe the correct thing to say is that my parents knew him. But one of my parents is still alive and I’m assuming it’s fair to say that she still knows him. Does saying that they knew him imply that the friendship is now defunct, or the parents? Or one or both? I never know how to phrase things now. I guess past tense is the safest things but it does sound a little sad doesn’t it?
I really like this show. It’s funny and intelligent. A tad idealistic. But I also love that it doesn’t act like America is the be all and end all of the world. I don’t feel alienated watching the show.
It also reminds me of a time in my life when world politics was at the centre of every meal we had at home. My father worked as an economic policy and trade agreement strategist. He worked with governments, heads of state and international organisations. Lots of times whatever was on the news was stuff that he was participating in. Being part of that world was exciting. I’m enjoying seeing how it all works from the inside. It gives me a greater appreciation for the scope of his job. I might have liked it if I’d pursued it after all.
As someone currently in my twenties who doesn’t want kids, I really appreciate your perspective on not having kids. Also, it’s good to use your own ground coffee instead of the k cups because those things are seriously a blight on the environment.
Thank you. It’s not for everyone. As for the K-cups, Chris bought them when he bought the coffeemaker. I asked him not to buy any more because I don’t like them but that’s an added reason not to purchase 🙂
It sounds odd, but it took me having a kid to realize how NOT having children is just another life path. Not that I thought before that I had to have a kid to “complete” my life, but you hear people say that, so you wonder. Now I know it is not true.
I think a lot of people don’t question whether to become parents. It’s just something you do. You go to school, you get a job, you get married, you have kids. But yeah not having kids is just another way. My life path didn’t lead me to having my own kids but there are lots of people that I have cared for and mentored and mothered. I have not missed out on that part of life.
I don’t know what a “complete” life is. Do we ever stop wanting things? Wishing for things? Does anyone ever say my life is perfect where it is right now? I’ll never stop wanting to travel. I’ll never stop learning new skills and picking up new hobbies. I’ll always read new books, watch new movies, meet new people. My life will never be complete. I never expected it to be. I’ve always seen it as one long ongoing epic saga. I’ve always known that the life I wanted to live was bigger than the time I had to live it. And that’s ok. As long as I keep doing new things and enjoying what I already have I’ll be happy.
Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
I used some ground coffee that I bought instead of the Keurig coffee cups because I’m honestly not terribly fond of them. It was vanilla-flavoured coffee and smelled amazing but I didn’t make it strong enough. Tomorrow I’ll add an extra teaspoon. This is not interesting, I know, but it’s on my mind.
I wish I’d studied geology in college. I absolutely loved it and still do. I could have worked in the petroleum industry here and made mad money. Or become prime minister. Our ex-ex-prime minister was a geologist. I dunno either.
I was reading a few articles about women who don’t have kids this morning. Unlike a lot of people, I don’t mind anyone asking me why I don’t have kids. I understand curiosity. I just ask that people be respectful of my perspective. Most people are, but I’ve literally had someone do juju on me to make me get pregnant despite the fact that I told her I didn’t want to be a mother. I was so pissed, mostly out of fear that it would work.
On that topic, I never firmly decided not to have kids. When I was younger I always thought future Natasha would get married and be a mother one day. In my twenties I wasn’t interested in settling down so kids and marriage was a far-off concept. Then I got married at 31 and realised I wouldn’t raise a kitten far less a child with that man. In my 30′s I was mostly single. After I met Chris I thought about it because for the first time in my life I was in a relationship with someone that I could see would be stable and long term. And I realised that the future Natasha that wanted to have kids was never going to arrive and take my place. I never became that person. So there I stand, childless and really fucking happy about it.
I think I’m addicted to Etsy. Is there a 12 step program for this? I don’t care I’m not going.
Someone told me today that they clean their copper jewellery with lemon, salt and vinegar. I wanted to ask them if they were seasoning fish. Please don’t do this to your jewellery. Salt and vinegar is the recipe we use to create a patina on copper. It will not clean it. Use a polishing cloth made for jewellery, I use Sunshine polishing cloths. You can get em on Amazon. Do not season your jewellery.
Unless they are volcanic basalts, black rocks tend to mean one thing to a geologist: an absence of rotting, and quite often a hard time for life. It denotes a period where the ground or sea bottom was poor in oxygen, as happens in the current day in peat bogs, some deltas where sediments bury the organic matter quickly or in stratified lakes or basins such as the Black Sea.
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I’m hungry. This bra is padded and makes my boobs look even bigger than they are. My hair is behaving nicely today. I’m gonna go cook dinner. We’re having steak. Toodles.
I really like eating cereal in the morning but I hate that before I’ve even finished the damn bowl I’m already hungry again.
I was feeling really fat and depressed about my body last night and today I woke up looking smaller and I’m wondering if I was just badly bloated. If that’s the case I guess I really shouldn’t be eating Cup O Noodles anymore.
I can finally experience joy again. These past few years after my Dad died I’ve been in a place emotionally where I simply was unable to feel any real depth of happiness. Which really sucked because some really wonderful things were happening to me. I fell in love, I got married. But it was all marred by anger and grief. I am finally coming out of that place and can genuinely feel happiness deep down in my soul again. I am so glad and relieved. I thought it would never end.
Echiveria done in my watercolour Moleskine, using Dr Ph. Martin’s Hydrus liquid watercolour. Only 3 colours used – Quinacridone Magenta, Blue Aqua and Hansa Yellow Medium 🙂
I made this leather wrap bracelet ages ago and always hated it. Every time I tried to wear it I’d rip it off and throw it in the drawer. As you can see, the coral pieces didn’t meet in the middle (because of how I had pierced the leather- beginner’s mistake) and I also wasn’t crazy about how the copper beads looked. So I decided to take it apart and create something new that I would actually wear.
I decided I wanted to do away with the original components altogether. I couldn’t make the coral pieces work and the copper beads… well let’s just say I was tired of the whole thing.
I tried several different combinations of crystals to see what looked best. I liked the coloured crystals but they were rather small. The black crystals blended in too much with the brown. I ended up choosing the clear crystals mostly because I knew I could wear them with anything. Plus they were large and would make a nice statement on my wrist.
I used fine 26 gauge silver-filled wired to wrap the crystals and changed the copper beads to aquamarine seed beads which look lovely against the chocolate brown leather. I also changed the orientation of the beads which felt more pleasing to my eyes.
And there we have it, a brand new bracelet which I really like and know I’ll be sure to wear in the future. I’m actually pretty excited about it.
I pierced one of the holes in this bracelet a little too close to the end and spoiled it so I decided I’d keep it for myself. Digging the neutral colors. #leather #handmade #bracelet #quartz #crystals #jewelry
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Bloody hell I’m eating eggs and chipped my new tooth. Eggs? What the fuck? Half of it chipped off. Steups. I’ll have him fix it when I go back but what the hell eggs? I wasn’t even using my front tooth. Sigh. He was right. He said it was gonna break.
We just watched the last half of E.T. and I might have cried just a little bit at the end when he’s saying goodbye to everyone. I always do. I watch that movie and all of a sudden I’m nine years old again. And it felt so good to go back and be a kid for a little while. I love that movie so much.
Juliane Koepcke was a German Peruvian high school senior student studying in Lima, intending to become a zoologist, like her parents. She and her mother, ornithologist Maria Koepcke, were traveling to meet with her father, biologist Hans-Wilhelm Koepcke, who was working in the city of Pucallpa.
The airplane was struck by lightning during a severe thunderstorm and broke up in mid-air, disintegrating at 3.2 km (10,000 ft). Koepcke, who was seventeen years old, fell to earth still strapped into her seat. She survived the fall with only a broken collarbone, a gash to her right arm, and her right eye swollen shut. "I was definitely strapped in [the airplane seat] when I fell,“ she remembered. “It must have turned and buffered the crash, otherwise I wouldn’t have survived.”
Her first priority was to find her mother, who had been seated next to her, but her search was unsuccessful. She later found out her mother had initially survived the crash, but died several days later due to her injuries.
Koepcke found some sweets which were to become her only food. After looking for her mother and other passengers, she was able to locate a small stream. She waded through knee-high water downstream from her landing site, relying on the survival principle her father had taught her, that tracking downstream should eventually lead to civilization.The stream provided clean water and a natural path through the dense rain forest vegetation.
During the trip, Koepcke could not sleep at night due to insect bites, which became infected. After nine days, several spent floating downstream, she found a boat moored near a shelter, where she found the boat’s motor and fuel tank. Relying again on her father’s advice, Koepcke poured gasoline on her wounds, which succeeded in removing thirty-five maggots from one arm, then waited until rescuers arrived. She later recounted her necessary efforts that day: “I remember having seen my father when he cured a dog of worms in the jungle with gasoline. I got some gasoline and poured it on myself. I counted the worms when they started to slip out. There were 35 on my arm. I remained there but I wanted to leave. I didn’t want to take the boat because I didn’t want to steal it.”
Hours later, the lumbermen who used the shelter arrived and tended to her injuries and bug infestations. The next morning they took her via a seven-hour canoe ride down river to a lumber station in the Tournavista District. With the help of a local pilot, she was airlifted to a hospital – and her waiting father – in Pucallpa.
I got my coffee maker and Chris surprised me by buying me a sample assortment of flavoured coffees and teas so for spite I am having myself a pumpkin spice cappuccino.
I have this ring in mind. Thick silver band, large crystal or maybe gemstone like citrine or lapis. Riveted because the stone is drilled, so there would be a piece going through and flattened on the ends to hold it in place.
Wondering if to make it and if anyone would buy it.
It would be really cool if you could change out the stones but unfortunately that wouldn’t be possible.
I don’t get this idea of yarn bombing. Like, it seems like such a fucking waste to me. Yarn costs money. Why not knit scarves and sweaters and SOCKS for the homeless instead? I don’t understand why you would take your money and your time to knit a cosy around a tree. I don’t. Fucking. Get it.
A fascinating study on how male privilege is so powerful, it literally makes men delusional:
“What was more concerning than the amount of work that women added compared to men was how much men perceived their work loads to increase when they had not. Men had actually dropped five hours per week of housework, but they believed that they had added 15.”
They do admit that they only go in for the “fun” aspects of childcare, though:
“The researchers asked men to rate the importance of paternal tasks on a scale of one to five, with five being “extremely important.” The task of “doing your part in the day-to-day childcare” ranked below providing discipline, financial security, and emotional and loving support. “[F]athers’ desires to be present for their children,” the researchers noted, “may not carry through to their daily involvement in care-giving tasks.” In other words, men are less likely to prioritize the more laborious and often mundane tasks that go into actually keeping infants alive, like feeding and bathing them.“
If the dual roles of childcare and housekeeping were outsourced to “professionals” in men’s capitalist economy, they would be worth a salary of hundreds of thousands of dollars. But Capitalism would collapse without women providing BILLIONS of hours of totally free labor annually. Such is why there can be no liberation for women without Capitalism’s demise.
I had too much to drink last night and now I’m hungover. Ugh. It’s not like we went partying or anything we just went out to our regular neighbourhood joint for a bite to eat and a couple of drinks and next thing we knew we were leaving at two in the morning and now my head’s splitting open.
We got a new cleaning lady today so it’s not like I can just fuck off and go back to sleep. But she already started off well. She actually moved the damn furniture. They never move the furniture. Let’s hope she does a good job and we can keep her. I hate housework it kills my fucking back jesus. Ok y’all have a nice Saturday and I’ll go into the studio when I feel like people (after I finish my toast) and make some pretty things. In the meantime I’ll be over here trying not to die.
I said “Excuse me I’m not finished,” several times tonight during a discussion where I was repeatedly being interrupted and it was one of the most empowering things I have done in a long time.
I don’t usually sketch out my designs but today I had some serious inspiration and I didn’t want it to go back I waste so I used my new sketchbook to capture some of my ideas. I can’t say how many designs I lose from not writing things down. I don’t worry too much, the well never empties. #creativity #sketchbook #jewelry
My S.O. used to work at a drug store back in the day – and was in charge of stocking of the feminine hygiene aisle, so he knows a lot about those products! He used to bring me free samples, even! I knew then he was a keeper 😉
Yeah that’s a keeper 🙂 Plush that stuff is expensive man free samples is a WIN!
I was at my doctor a while ago, my new doctor who happens to be the sister of one of Chris’s best friends. And she was taking my medical history and when she asked me the name of my birth control I couldn’t remember so I asked Chris to remind me, which he did, because as I explained, he’s the one that buys it.
“Natasha! No you don’t make him do that!”
I looked up at her completely clueless.
“Whaaaaat?”
She went on about it as it I’d broken a cardinal rule of husband/wife relationships. She kept shaking her head in disapproval while I sat there confused.
I’ll never get those people who are so immature that they think men shouldn’t be purchasing female things, like birth control or god forbid pads and tampons. I honestly have no respect for men who run from menstrual hygiene items acting like they’re already soaked in blood. Seriously if you can’t be grown up enough to deal with periods and birth control you shouldn’t be let anywhere near a vagina. And as for women who act like that, shame on you.
In his address to the United Nations General Assembly on Friday, Pope Francis offered slightly more aggressive comments on the need for an international response to climate change and environmental degradation than he delivered in Washington.
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I just caught the last half hour of the pope’s address to the UN General Assembly.
Although I was raised Catholic, I haven’t identified as such since I was a teenager. However I have to say that Pope Francis is a much needed breath of fresh air, and not just for the Catholic Church. I would be proud to call him my religious leader if I still were to identify as a Catholic.
I don’t know if he was elected because of his progressive views or in spite of them, but he is giving the Church a much needed push into the modern world. I still don’t agree with religion in general but we’re not getting rid of that anytime soon so they might as well do something good with their influence.
The thing is, I DO care about the environment but I cannot stand it when white people pretend they are all connected to the earth and refuse to understand that many of us — Migrant Brown People — come from backgrounds where “environmentalism” is not talked about because we grow up doing unintentional “green” things. For some reason mainstream culture has done a great job of erasing people of color’s legacy on anything “green” or “environmental.” Mainstream media falsely frames sustainable practices as practices spearheaded by white people. A very annoying example of this is permaculture, a “design system” that you can learn if you have thousands of dollars — mind you, a lot of the principles of permaculture are practiced by people of color worldwide, from reusing water to wash dishes and water plants to using food scraps to enrich soil for plants.
People of color that come from families that need to recycle and reuse to make ends meet have incredible amounts of knowledge. I know many folks that talk about sustainability in their communities and practice sustainable living, but our stories are not legitimized by books or newspaper articles nor are they studied in a Global Sustainability class. Acknowledging people of color’s legacy in the mainstream would undermine the classist, racist and xenophobic ideals that our society stands on. We pass down traditions and knowledge that are unintentionally green or sustainable. We do not call them “eco-friendly” practices, we just do them. I call this passed down knowledge, Abuelita Knowledge because so much of these “new age” practices are the ways in which my grandmas and elders live their lives .
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Reclaiming Abuelita Knowledge As A Brown Ecofeminista (lalobaloca)
I was awoken by cramps today. They’re unusually bad this month but considering what some women describe, on the grand cramp scale they probably register at a measly 1.2
I’ve been unable to keep my eyes open today. I’m glad it was a holiday so I don’t feel bad about sleeping the day away.
Chris and I cooked dinner together and watched tv and he fell asleep and we’re all curled up in the cold air conditioning and he’s big spooning me and all is right in my world.
I’ll most likely pass out again in five minutes. The Girl On The Train has been going good. Laters xxx
So my missing friend turned out to be fine and just a fucking self centred asshole who decided to fuck off on her family without telling anyone. I’m really glad to know she’s fine but I think she’s pissed off half of Trinidad.
That missing girl I posted this morning? Apparently it’s legit. It’s all over my Facebook feed now, in the news, everything. I feel sick thinking about it. I’ve never known anyone who went missing before.
Apparently she left home on foot on Sunday morning. She didn’t take her phone or anything with her. I wonder where she was going? She lives in a residential area, there’s only houses around, and it’s not in any way isolated. But anything is possible I suppose, including that somebody drove by and grabbed her. She’s a real free spirit but it think it’s a stretch to think she would have run off without telling anyone for three days.
I keep having to remind myself that I can no longer use my front teeth as scissors, pliers, and whatever other tool I was lacking at the time now that I’ve had my tooth fixed. It wasn’t expensive but I’d be embarrassed to show up there again anytime soon asking him to repair it. He doesn’t have much faith that I won’t break the little crown he built on so I’m determined to prove him wrong. I’m now realizing how incredibly lazy I am about reaching a few extra feet for a tool.
I decided to get one of those little one-cup coffee makers. Chris doesn’t drink coffee and I only ever have one cup, plus lack of counter space. Chris informed me that Amazon just shipped it and I feel ridiculously excited.
I’m waiting for Chris to come home cause I cooked dinner, l grilled lamb chops, zucchini, pumpkin, mushrooms, bell peppers and onions and made mashed potatoes.
The apartment smells fucking amazing and I’m starving. Omg hurry up and get here.
Are your cherries acerola/Barbados cherries? That’s what we grow here in this part of the tropics and call cherries even though they aren’t cherries in the least.
One of these days I’m going to take Chris’s GoPro and leave it on an overnight time-lapse so I can figure out how the kitchen counters that were previously clean the night before can be so dirty when I get up the next morning.
Is it insects? Do we have gnomes? Is there a neighbourhood infestation of leprechauns that I don’t know about?
Our cable newsfeed (at least on channel 7) is from Miami so all they’re talking about is the pope’s visit to Cuba.
It’s the same newsfeed I used to hear in college so I always get this weird disconnect when I happen to hear it. I immediately find myself back in my living room in Miami.
We’ve rented out our house there so I can’t even go back and chill out. It kind of bums me out. We’ve owned that house for about 25 years so Miami is literally our second home.
I know my Dad’s intention when he bought it was to rent it, but we ended up using it as a family gathering point over the years instead. It was especially useful when the five of us were living in four different places.
After my Dad died my mom did some major renovations and now it’s been rented out to a nice Venezuelan couple and their infant daughter. The income helps, as we still have taxes and HOA fees to pay. But I miss knowing that it’s there waiting for us if we ever want to go up there and just chill out. I have a lot of friends there but it’s just not the same.
Gosh I can’t believe I’m feeling nostalgic about Miami.
Well Caribbean cherries and plums are entirely different from what you would know them as. They’re probably different fruit altogether come to think of it. So I’ve never seen a plum tree either given what you guys call plums!
I stayed up really late reading last night. I almost finished my book but passed out with a few pages to go (it’s a Terry McMillan novel called Who Asked You?)
When I woke up really early this morning I decided that our bed was the most comfortable thing in the world. That new foam egg crate this is magic.
I can’t decide if I was dreaming about tumblr or if I was scrolling while I was half asleep this morning but something about the British Prime Minister and a pig kept coming up. Poor Peppa.
You come across as strong and confident in yourself, but not intimidating, because you are not out to try and judge/correct/fix others (if something really bothers you, you just move on). And least that is my take on it! 🙂
Well that’s a relief. Naw I’m not interested in spreading my gospel to others. Half the time I’m not sure what I think anyway.
There’s people I don’t follow on tumblr because I find them intimidating. They might be nice people but something about them just makes me a little hesitant.
I was thinking about that today and the thought crossed my mind there might be people here who feel the same way about me.
I know people find me intimidating at times in real life. And I felt sort of horrified at the thought that someone might feel that way about me here.
What if I’m one of those brash tumblr people I hate? Oh god no.
*closes eyes and pictures kittens and puppies and babies giggling*
I can’t say I have one… I have so many wonderful memories, from before we moved to Caracas when it was just me and my brother.
Playing cards with our Dad on a Saturday morning and he never allowed us to win and would crack up every time we got sour about it.
Dad taking us to the beach on the weekends teaching us how to swim. Getting home as mom was pulling a freshly baked cake out of the oven.
All the neighbourhood kids practically living in our large plum tree when it was in season. Everyone would pick a branch and fill our bellies to our hearts content.
Walking to school with my mom. We would pick wild flowers and press them in my dads two voluminous dictionaries. They’re still there.
Riding my bike around the neighbourhood with my brother. Playing with all the boys in the neighbourhood (I was the only girl), wrestling, hiking, arguing, playing in the treehouse, racing, falling and busting our knees…
I had a really happy childhood up until I was ten. I have many happy memories, those are just a few. Thanks for this question. It put a smile on my face.
I can’t say I have a favourite. One week I’ll be obsessed with rings, another it will be earrings, then something else. It really just has to do with how my creative impulses sway. That said, I don’t seem to care much for bracelets. Maybe because I find them annoying to wear, myself.
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