You light my morning sky with burning love

 

I was very touched by the thoughtful, caring and wise responses to my previous post.

I rarely hesitate in writing or publishing my blog posts, but I did wonder whether writing about my friend's death was a misstep. However, I generally write about what's is on my mind, and that was most definitely on my mind, so it ended up in a post.

Thank you for reading and commenting, and not running a mile in the opposite direction! You are a grand lot.

Yeah, yeah, the legs are out again, and wearing those boots again too.

 

I'm enjoying shorter lengths + tights + boots at the moment.

 

 

This dress...

 

Oh, I go back and forth with it. 

I like it, despite not being the biggest fan of tartan.

It's 1960s, lightweight wool, it's well-made, lined, in great condition.

 

But...

I think the colours are a little dull. And I worry that the schoolgirl/pinafore vibe is too would-be Lolita for an almost-50 year old. It's really not like me to fret about age-appropriateness, and I'm not even sure that's the most significant element of my dissatisfaction.

 

It's also a tad too big, but I just don't love the dress enough to go to the effort of taking it in.

I suspect she'll eventually make her way back to Ebay, from whence she came (for a pittance, as I recall). I've had plenty of wear out of it, so perhaps it is time for her to find another owner.

 

 

 

 

 This week has been one of sunshine, showers, and rainbows;

 

 

 

signs of Spring;

curious creatures;

 

(tiny 1960-70s glass goose - charity shopped)

 

and great big laughs with friends. 

The text exchange with Vix in which we pondered whether it was seemly to fancy the entire panel of The Voice (oh alright, that was just me) and imagined Kylie, Sir Tom Jones, Ricky Wilson and Will.i.am joining us on a blogger day out in Walsall really tickled me. 

We reckoned Tom would fit right in with the randy pensioners in Wetherspoons.

 

Connie made me guffaw out loud with her assumption that Martin (with me in the photo from 1989 in my last post) was my partner and the father of my kids. Just to clarify, in case his wife is reading; he isn't. Mate didn't mean we had mated, in this case. Just so you know. 

And I spent today with Joanne putting up posters in our local area for the upcoming school jumble sale, with a bit of chazzing and a couple of coffees thrown in, just to keep us going. Oh and we talked twerking and saucy photo shoots, sang some Elvis, pulled faces (me again) and generally mucked about. 

 

Perfect therapy.

 

 

I find old postcards hard to resist.

This made me smile too;

 

the poster (not made by me) requesting donations for our jumble sale could easily be a picture of my bedroom, complete with hanging rail, vintage finery, cats, and plenty of mess. I'd wear that orange dress and red coat in a heartbeat!

 

I've got my friend Patsy coming to stay tomorrow and we'll be out and about on Saturday, the kids have broken up for half term, and all is well.

1960s dress and 1970s blouse - Ebay

Denim jacket, scarf, beret, tights and bracelets - charity shopped

Boots - retail

 

Take care - and thanks again for being so brilliant!

xxxxx