I have a tendency to get obsessed with trivial things. Some obsessions are momentary, some have lasted almost a lifetime, most fade away leaving a faint trace. I like to think that this is a sign of my creativity but then we none of us like to think we might just be scatty.
Earlier my thoughts were almost exclusively about bottoms, arses if you like, rear ends.
The park was very busy. The weekend plus warm weather combo apparently means that everyone wants to be there. Cornflake and I were hell bent on getting a decent table at the cafe so we ploughed past wandering visitors in anticipation that they were also on their way to the cafe. Consequently we came up behind, and over took, an unusual amount of behinds. All shapes, all sizes and firmnesses. Amongst them were some significant whoppers but size alone didn’t define said arses. Dress, walk and attitude were much more significant on the FT fabulousness scale.
Confidence seems to be key.
One of my specific areas of interest this summer is the bird population of the park. I still don’t necessarily know which is a duck or which is a goose though. Reading signs is obviously not one of my current interests. However, I do know a swan when I see one. While drawing one I noticed that a swans backend is disproportionately big, and yet, it is perfect.
I can’t imagine a swan wondering in a momentary loss of confidence if its bum looks big in its white feather outfit.
Take a tip from a big bird.
Be a swan.
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