This past weekend, in the midst of seven kids running amuck in the house after opening Christmas presents, I went to go let Leo outside out the back door of my mother-in-law’s beauty shop. He quickly ran back through the door and I just stood there, somewhat entranced by the beautiful muted light coming in from the windows and landing on the aqua chairs. I went and grabbed my camera and sneaked back into the little back corner for 15 minutes.
And in the quietness of that little beauty shop I was content just snapping my photos.
I often am labeled as the quiet one. I suppose I am. I like to sit back and take things in, I like to observe, I like to listen, I like to sneak away and photograph hair dryers (which may get me labeled as somewhat strange, but that’s okay). I think sometimes I’m mistaken as shy, or even worse, unfriendly or distant. But those that really know me know that I’ll take a seat in one of those aqua chairs and chat away, when I’m ready. Maybe after my hair is dry and the pink rollers are removed.
And please tell me you agree that the aqua chairs are wonderful.