The Armchair Colletive Inspires New Yellow Love

I was taking random shots of the Beach House Brat at our fave new hang out, The Armchair Collective in Mona Vale. We had dropped the boys at soccer and resolved to go for girly coffee, as I didn't want her standing out on a field in this freezing weather. Her current new best friend is that syringe she is holding. They are currently inseparable.

For the first time in her life she's taking medication.  I mean its not the first time she has been prescribed medication but this time she's actually taking it.  I asked the doctor to explain to her that she needed to take it to make her feel better and it actually worked.  No more gooey strawberry flavoured liquid running down the side of her face as we are both screaming at each other....she out of fright and me out of panic that she wont get better. And so now she has a new best friend and everyone is happy. 

As I was clicking away I noticed a girl dressed in a beautiful bright yellow jumper and basically nothing else.  I don't know if it was the visually resplendent surroundings of the Armchair Collective that framed her or what, but to me she looked beautiful.  Perhaps it was the bleak day outside and the lack of sunshine that made me notice her, but at that point she inspired in me a desire to see and shoot yellow.

From my armchair at The Collective I could now see so much of it.  Talk about the penny dropping.  I was starting to warm up.  Now ordinarily I would walk past a gathering of sticks without a second glance but today they were beautiful.

 
This waiter was juggling a very busy role as this place rocks on the weekends.  He looks frazzled juxtaposed against the order of the iconic pineapple and those bottles all in a row that match his shirt.

Then I just started shooting random yellows

We left the cafe and the yellows kept on coming to me.  What would have originally looked to me like an ugly blonde brick 1960's mistake suddenly became beautiful in all its yellow symmetry.

And the street signs, instead of being a directive to slow down and watch for pedestrians, were just big beautiful pieces of urban art, that were brightening an otherwise horrible Winters day.

Even the fire hydrant made it into my yellow Nirvana.

We stopped at the video store on the way home and the yellows were everywhere now. In the dispensing machines and on the counter.

 A piece of kiddo art work aimlessly thrown on the back seat of the car after kindy, was now seen in a new light.  This one is keeper anyway as it has those priceless hand prints.  I have never been a mummy that has been able to keep every piece of kiddo art.  But I have to tell you a secret.  Every time I throw one out I think....oh God what if something happens to my child and I have thrown this art out.  It is a link with them and now it's gone.  Then I shut the cupboard door and walk away.  I am ashamed to say I am the cruel declutterer.  But there you have it, another little bit of the real me.

And there goes my muse.   She will never know that she inspired so much yellow joy on a freezing Winters day on the Northern Beaches of Sydney.

Even on the drive home I could not help but stop the car and shoot some last pieces of yellow before going home with some sushi to hibernate in the hope of the sun shining tomorrow.

Beautiful Australian wattle.

This blogging is making me look at everything in a different light.

I hope you have a great week and that it's very bright.

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