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
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.'