We are spending the weekend in an Airbnb in Amsterdam. Mostly we hae been spending time with a friend who is not in such a good plae right now. But also having some fun. Sadly there is no great view as the large window in our bedroom overooks a drab courtyard Outside revealing shots are tricky as it has been very cold and wet. But in the kitchen area is a wonderful mirror, covered in wonderfuly positive words. I’ve nmed it the mirror of positivity. So, this week’s Sinful Sunday image is a simple selfie taken of me reflected in the mirror of positivity.
I have a massive love hate relationship with mirrors. On the one hand they show me things about myself I would rather not see. The way my face is aging, where wrinkle show and hairs grow from my post menopausal face. They show me that my body bulges in places I would rather it didn’t and that my clothes fit less well than I would like. But mirrors are also a wonderful way of showing you things you wouldn’t other wise be able to. Hidden parts of your body, or a view you would need an out of body experience to see. Mirrors can also be beautiful in themselves.
Mirrors help you see yourself
Without a mirror there are many parts of your body you can’t see. Maybe you don’t want to see if your bum looks big. But being able to view your own vulva or clitoris is only possible with a mirror (or camera, but that captures a moment). Being able to watch yourself, or another touch your most intimate places is a wonderful thing. It also helps you to be able to understand your own body. Being able to feel that your clitoris is engorged through arousal is one thing, seeing it is something else.
Mirrors in self portrait photography
Other than my kitchen, the main thing I miss about my house is the mirrored doors of the wardrobes. (I miss the wardrobes too as all my clothes fitted in them). Those mirrors featured in so many of the photographs I have taken over the years. Like the one below, which is from a Sinful Sunday in July 2017.
Often in hotels you can find the most beautiful mirrors. Especially those places where furnishings are less basic and let’s say clinical. We have had the pleasure of visiting some lovely hotels over the years and so mirror opportunities pop up frequently. The one below was taken in our room at a hotel close to where my mum now lives. That means there is every chance we’ll visit again.
It’s funny too, that when looking at myself in that mirror I probably hated what I was seeing. But the mirror is so beautiful that I had to take a picture of myself reflected in it. Next time though, I would probably move our bags out of the foreground first. That’s the whole thing with mirrors though. They very rarely lie.
Last weekend we had the pleasure of meeting Indigo and showing her around some of the delights of Oxford. As an alumnus of that particular seat of learning, Master loves to share his enjoyment of the architecture and academia. Indie and I were willing followers as we explored some of the colleges and the Pitt Rivers museum. A number of the hostelries were also sampled along the way. Finally we decided it was time for dinner.
Our favourite restaurant in Oxford is a delightful tapas place serving a fusion of Spanish and North African dishes in a relaxed setting. The bathroom though is particularly interesting as you can see below.