by vix
22 April 2010
I didn’t recognise the woman in the mirror.
I’d known she was there, but each morning as I dressed I studiously ignored her in the mirrored wardrobe doors. There was always breakfast to make, the dishwasher to unload, work to write, tears to cry.
Three children needed to get off to school, a pile of washing on the bedroom floor where the husband had stepped out of his dirty trousers and socks, needed lugging to the machine. The dog needed feeding. The cat too. Bread and milk to buy, always.
So tired. But in perpetual motion. Read more... (531 words, 1 image, estimated 2:07 mins reading time)
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by vix
21 April 2010

My key ring is a perfect motif for my life.
I was given it by a dear friend who picked it up on her travels in Italy. It is a little ‘robot’ man made of components. It used to have two arms and two legs. They fell off.
It is Prada. Read more... (447 words, 2 images, estimated 1:47 mins reading time)
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