The awkward, pale, scraggly one is me. (I'm still pale, though not as scraggly and only
I can't quite wrap my mind around that.
Even though I don't remember this day, I remember the feeling...like waking from a dream when the specifics have faded, but the emotions remain.
The timing of these finds turned out to be a small treasure on it's own as this was about the same time I happened upon this blog and this one and this one (and even more) all capturing the world around them in dreamy imperfect beauty with none other than polaroids. I found myself wishing I had one of my own.
I had one more piece of unsuspecting treasure waiting for me in a forgotten cabinet at, again, my mom's house. This. It's discovery resulted in a squeal of pure delight followed by an even higher pitched squeal at the knowledge it's film (discontinued film, I might add) also resides somewhere in her house (yet to be found, but have been assured it's there).
It's truly like the universe sent me on a little surprise treasure hunt.
Now what I would really love to find is one of these.
But all in due time.