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Balloons make me tres appee. Whenever I see a mass of multi-coloured bawoons my senses are flooded with a moment from my childhood - but I can't seem to isolate that moment.
You know - that feeling, almost deja vu, but not quite. It's similar to a scent that takes you back, or a song. Obviously there was some image that made a significant impact on my young brain. Was it an image from a book? A particularly extravagant birthday party? (Envy is a strong emotion.) Things like this can keep me occupied for hours.
I am that self-absorbed.
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Perhaps it was, indeed, the endpapers from the Marcel Marlier books I owned. (My favourite was Mary Learns to Dance.)
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Aren't they pretty?
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Bawoons and bubleize.
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The image above is from the classic film Le Ballon Rouge. (The Red Balloon for those of you who do not sachez le Fwench.)
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Have you seen it? It is like a moving picture book. Full of gorgeous Parisian streetscapes.
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The flea market scene is my favourite. Naturellement. Imagine the Parisian flea market in 1956. Vintage finds would be antiques and newfangled design would be our vintage. It's confusing. Like Back to the Future.
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Have a look at these crazy folk recreating the wonder of childhood and its fantasies:
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It's called cluster ballooning.
I don't think I'm that nostalgic.
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me either...that sort of thing should be left to the birds and other crazies!
really liked balloon pics x
maybe yr not that nostalgic but that crazy! thanks for the Balloon of Fun, better than a barrel any day♥
Over at Mum's nursing home, they have balloons for all occasions, they don't like too many flowers in the rooms, so its balloons for birthdays, Mothers day, Australia Day, Valentines Day, St.Patricks Day... lots and lots!
I think you're fascination with balloons is interesting. I wonder what a psychiatrist would say? I wonder what it means? Possibly balloons always signify happiness and something special?
I haven't seen The Red Balloon. I know there's a book.
If you could draw you could write the word ... ballooooon. and have a lot of strings coming down off the o's - like balloons. Someone's probably done that already.
You're elf-absorption's ok with me. That's why I like you.
Kylie - and big steel machines. And those insane base jumpers.
Lyndel - I have lots to look forward to then.
MMMC - I know. I am pretty interesting. I didn't know there was a book.
'balloons balloons balloons make me happy' (thank you yo gabba gabba!).
there is such excitement and anticipation when a balloon is hatched...and despair when said balloon flies away or pops :( then there are the balloons that just wont DIE!
side note - the scent that takes me back is DETOL. i love the odd whiff of Detol, something rich and comforting about it although dabbing it behind the ears and on the wrists might be pushing it, yes?
I definitely want to see The Red Balloon now. The image of the boy at the market is delightful.
So many people are scared of balloons. I'm not, although I wouldn't want to try cluster ballooning.
I remember Bad Medicine - Bon Jovi at my year 9 school social vividly. Tragic I know!!
The guy from Up was so much more adventurous than those cluster ballooners (oh, yes, it was an animated film... with a kind of strange storyline, oh well).
I've not seen le ballon rouge, but love (and feel like I know) many of those gorgeous images - thank you
As soon as I saw the title the first thought popping into my head (not gently floating) was Le Ballon Rouge (and my high school film classes!)
excellent! I also am THAT self absorbed- so much so that my own mother approached me with the subtle 'darling, i don't understand blogging' before getting out the sledge hammer 'what makes you think that anyone would want to read about your life? it's a bit narcissistic dont you think, darling?
it was glorious. and so, i blog daily about ME ME ME!!!
xo
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