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A vintage black-and-white photo of two people dancing. The man has a fifties hairstyle, and has his eyes closed. The person he is dancing with has curled hair, and is holding a cigarette between their clasped hands.

You might as well dance

Image description: a vintage black-and-white photo of two people dancing. The man has a fifties hairstyle, and has his eyes closed. The person he is dancing with has curled hair, and is holding a cigarette between their clasped hands. (image source, under this licence) I want to make a case for more dancing. I mean everyday dancing, not the kind you only do when you’re drunk or attending a class. Aretha Franklin’s sense of rhythm isn’t a requirement, nor as good control over your hips as Elvis. No fancy shoes needed. There’s no pressure to impress, because everyday dancing should be like breakfast. As long as you can put slices of bread in the toaster and pour orange juice, you’re good — fancy sauces and soufflèes don’t belong on a breakfast table anyway. My mum often talks about stunda. The best English translation I can do is “the moment”, or perhaps the grammatically incorrect “the while”. It’s a period of time where the whole point isn’t what you’re doing, but that you’re spending time together …

A grainy, black and white photo of Maria. She's a white woman with dark hair and dark eyes. She's holding a camera up by her face, taking the picture in a mirror.

Do you see me now?

Image description: A grainy, black and white photo of Maria. She’s a white woman with dark hair and dark eyes. She’s holding a camera up by her face, taking the picture in a mirror. I wanted to write something about acknowledgement, especially the importance of acknowledging other people, and of being acknowledged yourself. It’s not something we talk about a lot, perhaps because it sounds so serious, but I think most of us know the feeling. It’s like… like when you’re talking to someone, and you can tell they’re truly listening. When the cashier at the grocery store says “have a good day”, and it looks like they actually, magically mean it. It’s when you’re sleeping next to someone, and they pull you closer, without even waking up.

An image taken at dusk, showing white blossoms against a blurry background.

Of course it hurts

Image description: a photo taken at dusk, showing white blossoms against a blurry background. Some change is gradual and relatively easy to wrap your head around. You scroll through the photos on your phone, flick through an old, handwritten diary, or get a text from a former friend, and you just know that things are no longer the same. You might feel nostalgic, but when it comes down to it, you’re glad life has moved on. Other changes whip your head around with sheer force, and you have no idea how this really happened or how much it wil affect everything. It’s a slap in the face, sharp and humbling, or a dull punch strong enought to bruise, rainbow colours blossoming on your skin for weeks. It’s the kind of change that hurts. Of course it hurts when buds burst, pain for that which grows and that which envelops. Karin Boye / Translation by Jenny Nunn

A landscape at sunset, with cloudy skies, faraway mountains, and a sliver of calm ocean. Everything is in soft, pastel colours.

Where do we go from here?

Image description: a landscape at sunset, with cloudy skies, faraway mountains, and a sliver of calm ocean. Everything is in soft, pastel colours. This blog may be quiet, but I’m constantly writing posts for it in my head. I have a list of topics, like how changes in life affect how we dress. How I style my wavy-curly hair, since it’s hard to find info on hair textures between straight and straight-out curly. How plus sizes are disappearing from physical shops, banished to the online departments. A reader once asked me how, if I were to get married, my ultimate wedding dress would be, which I thought was an interesting question on many levels. I’d planned a post on how what you wear affects how you think, feel and act, which I wanted to follow up with a post where I dress as different “stereotypes” for a day, documenting the experience with photos and notes on what it was like to be each “Maria”. They feel like good ideas, these blog posts. I would like …