I went out to dinner tonight, wearing my new dress*.
It’s made of flowing material that swirls around my knees when I walk.
It’s neither tight nor sack-like and it hangs well,
I felt good, good enough to think I might look good too.
When I got back, I still felt good so I asked H to take some photos. He obliged, but afterwards, when he handed the camera back and I clicked through the pictures, all the magic was broken.
Moral of the story?
I don’t know. Maybe you should just enjoy the fantasy world inside your head without trying to capture it.
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* Yup. I bought a dress at the weekend! No panic involved.
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Oh cameras can be ego wreckers! Just remember how you felt and know your mind pictures were the true ones
Oh cameras can be ego wreckers! Just remember how you felt and know your mind pictures were the true ones
What skybright1 said!
Thank you to you both!