My mosaic

Trouvaille - (noun) French. Something lovely discovered by chance; a windfall.


Now, I don't know how many of you are TikTok users, but there has recently been this viral trend making its rounds which I thought I would take a stab at.


If you haven't already seen it, your 'mosaic' is the idea of habits and qualities that you have picked up in your lifetime that began with someone else. Perhaps it is that they liked a particular thing, or spoke in a certain way, or had a quirky habit, and it became a part of your character too.


A lot of your qualities have been picked up from friends, family, public figures, and even strangers on the street. Our puzzle is made up of lots of different people, experiences, and ideas.


What is your mosaic?


When I write headers on pages, I always jumble the writing so it fits in a little square, because a girl in my English class used to do it and I liked the way it looked.
When I write headers on pages, I always jumble the writing so it fits in a little square, because a girl in my English class used to do it and I liked the way it looked.

My Mosaic...


I prefer to eat with cake forks and teaspoons, because when I was younger my Grandparents used to give me my food and drink using a tiny Bob the Builder plastic plate/bowl/mug and cutlery set; even though I am now the ripe old age of 21, they've still kept it for me to use when I go to their house and it reminds me of that.


When I give someone a hug, I give them and extra tight squeeze, rub their back, and give it a pat prior to letting go, like my Gran does to me.


Before I laugh, I make a weird choked-up sound because my best-friend makes it too, so when we find something funny we just make these horrendously ugly noises at each other.


If I want to feel confident and powerful I wear red lipstick, because that is what Red did when she had a 'special' occasion.


I prefer to wear men's socks rather than women's, and oversized coats rather than fitted, because it reminds me of when I used to sleep at my Dad’s house and borrow his clothes when I was cold.


I fold my crisp packets into a little cup/dome so I can throw it into the bin better from across the room; and I enjoy reading poetry because my Mum used to always make our birthday cards and invitations rhyme when we were kids.

I also do a little finger dance over the keyboard when I'm thinking of what to type, and I eat lasagne layer by layer, as she does.


I hold my sneezes in because my Cousin told me as as teen that you never know how ugly an outward sneeze might be.


When I'm a passenger in someones car, I'll let them know if there's oncoming traffic on my side, like my Gran does for my Grandad.


Sometimes I drive holding the steering wheel at the bottom, because it reminds me of when I used to watch my Sister whilst I was learning to drive, and thinking how in control and relaxed she looked.


I always use 'point, evidence, explain' in long messages because my year 11 history teacher told me that that is the best way to win an argument.


I call people "my love" because when I started work at the care-home, that's what all of the staff said to the residents.


I won't drink out of mugs or cups that're coloured on the inside because my Dad's ex-girlfriend told me it changes the colour of your drink and it won't taste as good.


When I write headers on pages, I always jumble the writing so it fits in a little square, because a girl in my English class used to do it and I liked the way it looked.


If I say a word with a strong 'r' sound in it, I accidentally slip into a Devonshire/Bristolian accent because my friend's brother always does it.


If I make eye-contact with a friend from across the room and don't have anything to say I'll just give them a slight wink, like my Grandad does, to make them smile.


When I listen to instrumental songs I pretend to play the piano with my fingertips, because I saw it in Mr Magorium's Wonder Emporium (2007 movie), and it makes me feel like I could actually have the ability to play the piano.


On nights out, myself and my OG best-friend always dance like no ones watching, because if they don't want us as we are, then they don't deserve us at all - and now that's the only way to behave on a dance-floor.



And there we have it: my mosaic - or as much as I can think of anyway.

What is yours?




Until next time,


Abby




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I'm Abby..

  • a receptionist 

  • a makeup and beauty addict 

  • a fabulous car DJ 

  • a bad luck charm

  • a chronic over-sharer  

  • a mental health advocate 

  • a lover of old and rare words 

  • a girl with a lot of love to give and a lot of stories to tell

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