As any good royalist will know, Kate Middleton was recently involved in the making of photography book ‘Hold Still,’ a collaboration with the National Portrait Gallery that documents a year of British lives on pause due to the impact of Coronavirus. Copies are yet to be released, but NPG have an online gallery showcasing 100 of Kate’s favourite snapshots, and the project looks very promising… though I know I can’t be the only one disappointed HS wasn’t instead 100 photos of the royals living it up in lockdown, amirite? Anyway, I came across this ^ photo the other day which, to me, is the Coronavirus docu-photo and, I think, is an image that would have sat perfectly in the Hold Still collection. In it? My beautiful little boy, raised in captivity, with locks that grow so fast he currently resembles the prime minister, clinging to his mama as he had his hair cut by a woman in a plastic face guard, watched by parents whose faces were covered with masks, in a room not only plastered in signs about social distancing, but with tape on the floor to remind us to keep far away from one another. My husband took this picture on his phone eons ago and I only saw it for the first time last week. Honestly, I couldn’t love it more. Even if my own hair does look terrible, and even if I do know that I was incredibly uncomfortable throughout the entire experience. We all have our pandemic experiences that have reshaped the people we will be going forward. Raising this cherub in an environment I could never have imagined is mine.
(P.S. K Mid, get in touch girl, we’re open to inclusion in the sequel 😉)
In other news: Today husband and I made the most of a nursery day (and, perhaps, our last day without a newborn, as littlest one is due tomorrow!* *though in truth we are both fully expecting him to be late, so very late) by going for an outdoor lunch date. I booked it weeks ago, thinking we’d probably have to cancel, as at the time we were forecast snow. But not only did the snow hold off, we actually had glorious sunshine! And it was LOVELY! Sat in the garden of our favourite posh local pub, we had a nice chat over a chicken caesar open sandwich (me) a burger (him) and fries (both of us) as we watched the world go by, and had the opportunity to gaze upon human faces other than our own and each others. It was the perfect way to transition into a new way of life, and I’m so pleased it worked out… One day to go**! (**Possibly. Let’s not get carried away) ❤️