…hello fabulous filthy fifties!
This Sinful Sunday is the last day of the fabulous Honey’s forties. If things had gone to plan a whole bunch of us would not be sat at home eating takeaways, playing games, chatting on Twitter (delete as appropriate), we’d be all partying hard together. And the photos definitely wouldn’t be at all remote!
But that’s not how things have gone so Honey’s birthday is another celebration that’s on the slate for later in the year. Happily, she and I only live a couple of miles apart so we’ll have a walk tomorrow and the weekend won’t be entirely Honey-free!
I’m very lucky that she lives so close. It means that even during this strangest of years, we’ve still managed to have some excellent adventures. I had a simply brilliant sunny afternoon with her and Jaffa, I very much enjoyed introducing her to an excellent person in my life and we giggled uncontrollably as we nearly got caught naked in a very busy cemetery!
Thank for being a fabulous friend, Honey. Sorry your 50th won’t be quite what you hoped for, but we’ll all definitely make up for it, just as soon as we can! And I just know you’re going to make the next decade your best yet!
Komorebi is a word that means the play of sunlight and shadows through trees. I tweeted this photo way back in April when I was on a lockdown walk. But after last weekend’s beach photo I feel like sharing another hopeful sunny photo so I’ve decided to give it a permanent home on the blog.
Like many, I find myself home alone this Christmas (no sympathy needed, I’m having a lovely time!) so I adjusted the shopping order to be one person appropriate. Sainsbury’s, who for obvious reasons are having a run on their smaller portions, replaced my small pudding with one that serves eight!
@19syllables challenged me to use it as a flaming prop in a photo and suggested Hot Tits as a follow up to our Great Tits shot of a couple of weeks ago. And as you all know, I like to deliver on a challenge.
Today most definitely felt like a day to treat myself to some beautiful flowers and it only seems right to let you enjoy them too. I was wavering between the original colour version or the sepia one. I like that you can pick out the blues of the thistle and eucalyptus in the top one but there’s something about the muted tones of the sepia that somehow matches this weekend’s mood. Which do you prefer?
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Much pleasure thou can’st give me;
How often has the Christmas tree
Afforded me the greatest glee!
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Much pleasure thou can’st give me.
Scenes on Screens is back this weekend I bring you the gorgeous Maria and her utterly delightful Christmas tree. It glistens with the antique glass baubles that Maria found in the antic of the house she bought a few years ago. What a lucky find!
Earlier this week @19syllables and I headed out for a walk and a picnic in the woods. We wandered for quite a while and didn’t think we were going to get a shot but then at the last minute we stumbled across a bird hide and hopped inside and got the camera out. We shot a frame each and then with a bit of photoshop magic from a friend of mine we magically appeared in the same scene at the same time!
Today’s photo should really be a Scenes on Screens image but in the last week I forgot about two different plans I had tentatively made. Damn heavy workloads and lockdown for creating a sieve of my memory as I’m keen to see both the men in question naked as soon as possible.
I was all ‘oops, never mind, a week off won’t hurt‘ about it until about 4pm this afternoon when I suddenly realised my current Sinful Sunday streak started on 15th March, the weekend this sorry chapter really kicked off. So here I am, sliding in with a late offer which comes from my first lockdown project. Don’t you think the light and shadow across my chest looks like a butterfly?
I have a few folk lined up for Scenes on Screens so that will be back soon – I expect there’ll be a flurry of creativity over the Christmas holidays when I’m not spending so much time on the screen during the working week!
“Every word a woman writes changes the story of the world, revises the official version.” Carolyn See
Those of you who’ve been around these parts a while may remember the time a few years back where I leapt on stage at the Royal Festival Hall and got naked. In the process I met two amazing women (this one and this one) who I’m now very happy to call good friends. I mean, what a way to start a friendship eh? I think you could call us bosom buddies!
This evening Nat and I hopped online for some photos (and wine!). It happened that today she’s been at a virtual writers’ gathering and had been working on a lovely old typewriter. So I popped her on the shelf next to my old typewriter and snapped away.