One In A Million

Did you know that there are approximately seven quintillion, five hundred quadrillion grains of sand in the world? That’s a 75 with 17 zeros behind it: 7, 500, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000. And if you weren’t feeling overwhelmed enough, apparently there are 100 stars in the universe for every grain of sand on earth- assuming that our Milky Way Galaxy, with its hundreds of billions of stars is “typical” and that there really are at least 80 billion galaxies out there somewhere.





I was Google-ing this (as I am want to do when I’m curious about things) because I spent a lot of time at the beach last Sunday.

For the first time, we decided to try shooting on the beach and it was an interesting experience to say the least. It was so windy that the sand was visibly moving. I had hoped for wind, because I wanted it to play with the fabric of my dress (which I have decided is officially my new favourite item of clothing) but I hadn’t anticipated cyclonic-level gusts that I could feel blowing my eyelashes, or the few pesky grains of sand that blew into my eye and stayed firmly lodged there.




byron 178

beach 147

Dress, Forever New, Shoes, Forever New, Bag, Mimco (similar here), Belt, Forever New (in a different colour here), Earrings, Satya Jewellery (similar here), Small earrings, Topshop, White Bangle, Mimco, Gold Bangle, Kate Spade, Rings, Spinning Jewellery

I couldn’t help but liken one of those little grains of sand to my friend Molly, who I had lunch with earlier in the day. Molly is my self-proclaimed one and only “Weird Friend”. She’s laid claim to that title and no one is taking it from her. Sometimes when we talk, I feel like I could see her every day for fifty years and still not have her quite pegged, and I know think she quite likes that.

As is the case with most of my friends, I originally met Molly through ballet some five years ago. We lost touch over time as our lives moved down different paths, and then last year I bumped into her quite unexpectedly in the middle of a shop.





Just like that, Molly became my own personal little grain of sand. She’s brutally honest, which annoys me to no end sometimes, but just like the little specks in my eye, she makes me walk over to a proverbial mirror and take a good hard look at myself, which is invaluable. She also laughs at my naïveté, and pushes me to expand my very conventional, sometimes restrictive boundaries.

In the past few months I’ve been asked more “soul searching” questions by Molly than anyone else in my life. Thank goodness fate made our paths collide again, and out of the hundreds of people who walk in and out of my life, like the many grains of sand blowing across the beach, I’m so glad that she is the one in a million that decided to stick.

Heidi xx

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