Friday, 20 November 2015


Have been playing around with my social media today and decided to import another of my blogs and amalgamate it with this one.
So, that's vintage fashion covered now .
As winter seems to have arrived today, it's bloody freezing, so my mood has changed and I feel rather
more communicative than I have been lately, this is because Neptune is now trine to my sign, that's according to
It seems somehow more acceptable to sit indoors and write during the winter months, being a carefree 70's child as soon as leaf-bud comes into play I am outdoors as much as possible, playing.

This has been a terrible week on the world stage, one of the worst I can remember. Earlier this year I read a book called Suite Francaise by Irene Nemirovsky which is set during WW2, an amazing book by an amazing woman, it was especially poignant as soon after I read it the refugee crisis really hit the news and I could empathise with the downtrodden people perhaps even more than I would have done .
Another trip to the library this week and I have borrowed 'Paris' by Edward Rutherfurd, an epic novel of the City of Lights, I have only read 67 pages but have already learnt so much history that my understanding of the world is already massively enhanced.
I remember as a child watching the news and feeling horribly dismayed at the images coming from Vietnam, even as a child or perhaps because of my childish innocence I can remember a sinking feeling and shrinking away from those images, a feeling of evil creeping into the whiteness of my youth.
I feel like that now when I watch the news and I am far from my youth.
To the people of France: ' Surgit nec mergitur'- Whatever the storm, the ship sails on.'

Friday, 1 May 2015

Beautiful Women's Month.

Age 3: She looks at herself and sees a Queen.
Age 8: She looks at herself and sees Cinderella.
Age 15: She looks at herself and sees an Ugly Sister.
Age 20: She looks at herself and sees, 'too fat, too thin ,too short, too tall, too straight, too curly'- but decides she's going out anyway.
Age 40: She looks at herself and sees 'clean' and goes out anyway.
Age 50: She looks at herself and sees 'I am' and goes wherever she wants to go.
Age 60: She looks at herself and reminds herself of all the people who can't even see themselves in the mirror anymore. Goes out and conquers the world.
Age 70: She looks at herself and sees wisdom, laughter and ability, goes out and enjoys life.
Age 80: Doesn't bother to look.

Just puts on a purple hat and goes out to have fun in the world.

A poem by Erma Bombeck.