tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142741375345713188.post4987027617572740510..comments2023-10-26T08:21:26.031-04:00Comments on Low Tide High Style: GrowthLow Tide High Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11494078916477622322noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142741375345713188.post-75879783785723741762013-01-12T18:14:01.010-05:002013-01-12T18:14:01.010-05:00Kat, lovely thoughts paired
with marvelous images....Kat, lovely thoughts paired<br />with marvelous images.<br /><br />I do struggle with losing my<br />looks, even though it is something<br />we all go through, if we get the<br />great gift of old age, which sadly,<br />many do not.<br /><br />Two years ago I read about the <br />plane crash that the beautiful<br />blogger, Nie Nie, was in. She was<br />burned all over her body and had<br />to endure numerous operations.<br />She says that when she reads <br />about women fretting about Botox<br />or face lifts, she thinks,"Just be glad<br />you have a nose!" as hers was burned<br />off in the accident.<br /><br />That put it all into perspective for me.<br /><br />To this day, when I am having a bad<br />"looks" day, I repeat those words to<br />myself. Then I smile and move away<br />from the mirror!<br /><br />Love your tender heart. And your Paris<br />pictures!<br /><br />xo Suzanne Privet and Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09384567378252265965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142741375345713188.post-66735402990516166522013-01-12T10:48:58.743-05:002013-01-12T10:48:58.743-05:00Oh... and I am not photogenic. I never really like...Oh... and I am not photogenic. I never really like how I look in photos, and I am not a beauty by modern standards. For a while when I was young, that bothered me. As I've gotten older, I realize how lucky I am, and to stop focusing on what is not perfect. So you do see pictures of me on my blog now and then, because I have finally accepted and really like what I see. I recommend you do the same, it's a release!<br /><br />Karen thisoldhouse2.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03302171590212119499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142741375345713188.post-79507246822834582112013-01-12T10:47:10.506-05:002013-01-12T10:47:10.506-05:00I need a personal growth moment like the one you d... I need a personal growth moment like the one you describe. Love your images of Paris, I've never been! Hoping to see it one day - Thanks for sharing. <br /><br />Karen thisoldhouse2.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03302171590212119499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142741375345713188.post-50918746959793229762013-01-11T18:18:08.827-05:002013-01-11T18:18:08.827-05:00Oh dear Kat, sometimes I believe these moments are...Oh dear Kat, sometimes I believe these moments are set up especially for us when we most need them. This post was so beautiful and so are you. We are so much more than our physical selves, aren't we though? It is so fascinating to imagine wandering about in Paris, I would have been pinching myself continuously there! xo Lilihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03003968489244660242noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142741375345713188.post-88023526009531643492013-01-11T14:43:59.089-05:002013-01-11T14:43:59.089-05:00Dear Kat,
I know exactly how you feel being that ...Dear Kat,<br /><br />I know exactly how you feel being that outsider in Paris. But the truth is they are as fascinated with us and we are with them. I now purposely try not to look French...I wear my hair long, straight and loose just like I do back home and while I take the pearls and high heels they mostly stay packed away in the suitcase. Was also told by the fashion police that after my morning power walks I had to immediately return to the apartment and change out of my work out gear before tending to any errands. Now I do exactly as I please and this growth decision makes my life in Paris feel much more like my very own instead of an attempt at someone else's life. Just got caught up on some of your recent posts and we could never tire of your beautiful photos of Paris. Please keep them coming. Happy weekend to you.<br /><br />JermaineFrench-Kissedhttp://www.french-kissed.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142741375345713188.post-41333753268415955972013-01-11T14:28:58.508-05:002013-01-11T14:28:58.508-05:00Yes, I completely agree! I've lost a two clie...Yes, I completely agree! I've lost a two clients and a friend this year....life really is short! We are all fortunate in so many ways. Thanks for sharing your story, Kat. <br />Enjoy the weekend, my friend ~ Loi Woodside Parkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13981644571968878448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142741375345713188.post-65178844058402850292013-01-11T07:24:17.069-05:002013-01-11T07:24:17.069-05:00Hi Kat-
Your posts always get me thinking--
I thin...Hi Kat-<br />Your posts always get me thinking--<br />I think we all should strive for personal growth and to renew our spirits. I'm not nearly as talented as you-/ so from a professional standpoint- I probably don't think as deeply-- but I do want to change and grow-- just be a better person--<br /><br />Your images are gorgeous--<br />VickiVicki Bosterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10130335934867523461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142741375345713188.post-70007824424541453022013-01-11T06:56:11.920-05:002013-01-11T06:56:11.920-05:00You see now that it's all about how you percei...You see now that it's all about how you perceive things. I think that you needed to see that pair on the train at that particular moment. The bridge shot is beautiful, Kat. Thank you for letting me see this beautiful city through your eyes.Country Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14432335393660130255noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142741375345713188.post-4702693801097677142013-01-10T22:21:21.095-05:002013-01-10T22:21:21.095-05:00I love this post so much, Kat! Thought-provoking,...I love this post so much, Kat! Thought-provoking, and I just feel so happy for you! To be comfortable in one's own skin is a great gift. It has come to me more as I have become older, and I'm not as self-conscious as when I was younger. I have come to realize I am on a journey...my journey...and I shouldn't compare mine with that of someone else! Your trip sounds life-changing, my friend!Linda @ Itsy Bits And Pieceshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12090973681675943970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142741375345713188.post-17294790122752653412013-01-10T22:05:49.664-05:002013-01-10T22:05:49.664-05:00I have to say that I think I am loving these comme...I have to say that I think I am loving these comments more than any other post I've ever done! Thank you everyone!Low Tide High Stylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11494078916477622322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142741375345713188.post-17999299336086386782013-01-10T21:19:34.740-05:002013-01-10T21:19:34.740-05:00Lovely, reflective post. I envy you your time in ...Lovely, reflective post. I envy you your time in Paris. I had just such a moment of growth my first visit to Paris. I was a young and newly married. My husband was there on business, and I was teaching at the time and could only join him for the two weeks of Christmas break. When he met me at the airport upon my arrival, I learned that the metro was on strike, and that he had taken a second hotel in the suburbs near the office where he was working. He drove me into the city, dropped me off at the Parisian hotel where he had originally been staying, and sped off to work. I had to spend the first week in Paris by myself. We talked on the phone each night, but I was totally on my own each day. I walked the city exploring and taking in all the wonder. It was the most validating experience. I realized that I could take care of myself in a large foreign city. It was wonderful to share all the wonder with him the following week. I was so proud of myself. ;-)Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01873375271470225199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142741375345713188.post-49225505075875355972013-01-10T20:12:53.756-05:002013-01-10T20:12:53.756-05:00Another "You're making me think" pos...Another "You're making me think" post! I don't know how you are always able to articulate my thought, Kat! I've never been to a foreign country but I've been in a lot of places where I've wondered if I fit in or not, what people see when they look at me. I had every reason to feel confident growing up but just never had that springboard so lack of it has been a thorn in my side. Maybe that's good, I try harder, yet as I get older, I'm glad I cultivated a smart, gentle and happy attitude. And when I feel I am not fitting in, it's usually true! At some of our Christmas celebrations I would be sitting with the younger girls. All the while I thought, "Been there, done that", I also felt a sense of grief for a time that would never be again. I always had an affinity with my elders and really just enjoy the heck out of talking to old people. So I can say I have always fit in with just about everyone. But not this new generation. They are treading in my footsteps. My hubs and I left the parties early and they went on until the wee hours. Yep, those days are over. So that's how I feel like a misfit these days. <br /><br />I hope I haven't gone off track of what you were saying in your post. <br /><br />XO,<br />JaneBlondie's Journalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12988377413260331618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142741375345713188.post-76797870471295535212013-01-10T19:22:59.759-05:002013-01-10T19:22:59.759-05:00I too miss the Christmas decorations as they bring...I too miss the Christmas decorations as they bring colour to the dull Irish winter but I am looking forward to decluttering and spring cleaning, bringing light and freshness into my home.<br />You are brave to venture out in Paris - I think I become less brave with age and don't feel comfortably wandering a strange city where I don't speak the language. French people are so chic that we shouldn't compare ourselves to them - we are what we are, no better, no worse, with our own hidden strengths and stories. Love your photos of Paris.Mairéadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12102610500647326693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142741375345713188.post-3864558668870149612013-01-10T18:40:48.674-05:002013-01-10T18:40:48.674-05:00Such great comments, we can all learn so much from...Such great comments, we can all learn so much from one another! <br /><br />KatLow Tide High Stylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11494078916477622322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142741375345713188.post-53689886460633727802013-01-10T18:15:00.171-05:002013-01-10T18:15:00.171-05:00Beautiful thoughts, writing, reflecting. I liked ...Beautiful thoughts, writing, reflecting. I liked NanaDiane's words too. A life changing moment happened for me in the sudden death of a loved one. Where I used to wait to say how I felt about this or that, now I leap to say how I feel. When I used to wait, plan, save to travel, now I live now and place travel in my today. Where once I might have let bitter, fear, misunderstanding fester . . . now I address those feelings straight on! Life altering indeed. Lynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08723721131329150461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142741375345713188.post-3733586980699053292013-01-10T18:04:09.070-05:002013-01-10T18:04:09.070-05:00My list for tomorrow says, buy some bulbs to force...My list for tomorrow says, buy some bulbs to force in water.<br /><br />I love your Paris pics and will not get tired of them. Aren't the bridges intriguing. Funny, the first time I went to Paris I was so disappointed all my pictures were dark and gray since it was cloudy. That showed how much I knew. Paris, is cloudy a great deal of the time. It was so nice to see others pictures and realize it wasn't me - it was Paris. Of course, I am still shooting in automatic. LOL!<br /><br />I am glad you enjoyed yourself and had a great time. Thanks for sharing your growth moments.Bonniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09559612002837383953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142741375345713188.post-6891417758221889242013-01-10T17:20:41.470-05:002013-01-10T17:20:41.470-05:00Love, love, love your comment Di!Love, love, love your comment Di!Low Tide High Stylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11494078916477622322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142741375345713188.post-18980649849341423582013-01-10T17:00:26.768-05:002013-01-10T17:00:26.768-05:00Wow- That is a wonderful growth moment there. It&...Wow- That is a wonderful growth moment there. It's amazing, isn't it, how some small thing can completely change the way we feel about ourselves. I think, as women, we are often conscious of the way we look and are comparing outselves to others- wondering if we are looking "dated" or "ruffled" or slightly "frumpy". I have long, thick hair...at my age most women have gone to short, chic "do's"...but my hair has always been kind of a trademark for me. A couple of years ago I asked my YOUNG HIP hairdresser- do you think I should go shorter? She looked at me and said NO WAY- Your hair fits you-you are not a short hair person. Ah....yes...she said it-so I am okay. Last week coming out of a grocers I saw a man about my age looking at me as though he knew me-with a half smile on his face. I nodded and smiled back at him. He looked at me and said...You have the MOST BEAUTIFUL hair! Ah...thank you-God is good- I will no longer worry about if people are wondering why this old lady has all this hair!;>) xo DianaNanaDianahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14298962791700019785noreply@blogger.com