Polaroid Photo Love Quotes

I took a Polaroid of her one night and stuck it into the frame of the mirror in the living room. Reva thought it was a loving gesture, but the photo was really meant as a reminder of how little I enjoyed her company if I felt like calling her later while I was under the influence.

But the most surprising difference was Show Street, the topless corner of Seattle’s second world’s fair, where fairgoers could rent Polaroid cameras to snap photos of showgirls in various stages of undress.

One of the more-interesting?-things I did for Chris during that first deployment was send him some sexy photos of me in lingerie. I knew he wanted something to remember me, and I knew that other wives were doing the same thing. But getting the pictures was difficult. I finally got my courage up and asked my sister to help. Even then, I was so embarrassed that I needed to have a couple of beers to get through the session. This was back in the days before camera phones and digital photographs were everywhere, and so the photos were taken on a Polaroid camera. They came home a little worse for wear, so obviously he enjoyed them.

There are moments in your life that you try to capture; to take a snapshot of, keeping the past alive in the present. You can imagine them as Polaroids carefully placed in a scrapbook, surrounded by tickets, by menus, by hastily scribbled notes on the back of napkins. These images tend to be the good days: the Friday nights, the Saturdays, the lazy Sundays – our own inner Instagram posts. Monday and Thursday photos are often discarded, the images fading and the corners curling with time. But right now? This is a keeper. Because I got to fall in love with the man I’m going to marry… twice in one lifetime.