Well, hello there.
Sorry for the long absence.
The thing is, I've gone back to college to study to become a Teaching Assistant. I've also decided to do a functional maths course as it's been 27 years since I passed my GCSE, so thought I needed a refresher.
As you can imagine there's some (A LOT) of homework involved, which I'm totally not used to doing. I've had to re-engage my brain, and it's not liking it.
I've got a placement in a school for a day and a half each week, working with Reception children (ages 4-5). It's full on, but I'm loving it.
Needless to say, I've had no time to do any sewing or crafting, which is a real shame, but my course won't last forever, and I'll get back to it all at some point. Though I have managed to start a new knitting project, which I'll tell you about next time.
Today, I want to share something that happened recently, and which I can't seem to get over the shock of.
My brother came across an old photograph that somebody had posted in a Facebook page for the town we grew up in.
The photographer appears to have gone outside to take a photo of a hot air balloon in the sky. Nothing unusual about that I hear you say. The thing is, the two people that he's also managed to capture in the photo are my parents.
I'd literally never seen this image before, so when I saw it I felt like I'd been hit in the chest with a bullet.
Because they've been caught on camera without it being in anyway staged, it shows them in their everyday life. The way my mum is standing I found particularly upsetting because this is the way she always stood. It's these kinds of mannerisms that I'll never forget about my mum and dad.
It must have been taken in the 60's. That's even their first car in the photo.
Everything about this photograph has just blown me away. It had the same effect on my mum's youngest sister when I sent it to her.
Has anything like this ever happened to you?
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