Does anyone remember fortune fish? Flaccid flimsy strips of fish shaped plastic, which lay on one's palm and wriggled to reveal fortunes and bright futures - according to the accompanying ichthyotic Rosetta stone guide which interpreted the longed for tail/head flips. Great fun, as was throwing a long single apple peel over the shoulder at Hallowe'en to reveal the initial of a future husband, peering into the bottom of teacups and hurriedly biting apart lucky potato sweets. The search for self knowledge has always been part of the human condition, how can our own interior world be such uncharted territory?
Today there are many ways in which to divine one's true self, spiritual macrame is on the up, oh go on confess you are just dying to get out your coloured sand and make a mandala of you.
Whilst I've been unable to blog, I have been hanging around the bike sheds at Pinterest, I gave it a go months ago and just didn't get it at all but now I am hooked on pinning my own meteor shower of loveliness every day.
I've been noticing that all I ever seem to post are images in black/white/gold/beige, moths may flutter around a flame but I lap up shades of porridge and concrete like a happily ensconced convict. My wardrobe, my home, my car - one trick pony here but I do draw the line at platefuls of sepia toned food.
To know who we are, we have to excavate ourselves, unlike my parents generation who were concerned with fighting wars and raising families with ration books, we are now all skinny dipping in Lake Me.
Go on what have you discovered while doing the backstroke?
All sources listed on Pinterest.
PS. I will never drive a black car ever again, the local birds seem to have mistaken it it for a Victorian lavatory.