cool as a cucumber..

I think this 'senior' chap looks great..

senior style - pink lady and friends

Pink. I'm not keen on pink for younger women/girls. Adopting an air of fluffy subservience serves mostly to annoy me.

But on older people it can act as a great big exuberant exclamation mark. What joy!

stylish seniors

I'm going to post a few pictures of senior people who (I feel) look good in their skin. Here's a woman I only caught the back of. Couldn't get the camera out in time, which happens so frequently that I may start a series of images of 'the backs of stylish people'!
More to follow.

the zimmers

I'm in Thailand for a little while, having an adventure and feeling the sun on my skin.

In my absence, this video is wonderful. The only negative is that I'm not in it!

(I can't believe I've just 'uploaded a video' all on my own! How wonderfully geeky I've become)

pants

photo courtesy of prick your finger

Just a very quick note to urge you all over to the prick your finger blog where they've been burning men's pants and having so much fun. The blog is sheer joy throughout - full of fascinating information along with stunning craft and art. The girls are amazing, you won't be disappointed. Thankyou Elvis for pointing me to them, it could be my new 'virtual' spiritual home!

eye of the beholder....

apologies for not being able to credit this image - I've no idea from whence it came

No, that's not me in the picture! However a few dear 'virtual friends' have sent it to me with much amusement.

Which made me wonder if there is anywhere with photos or images of 'cool' older people. Why do we get written off as we get older, when surely we've been around longer and some of us may have developed a deeper level of taste or identity?

Please send me any images you think show great looking older people and help me show the world that we're fabulous too.

And whilst I'm here - I should quickly refer you all back to our previous conversation about thongs vs. big knickers and say that with reference to the above photo, I'm forced firmly back to the big knicker camp - there comes an age when it's time for a clacker clamp-down, surely?

cheerio all

fire....

Oh dearie me...

Locked out of my blog again! I went off round Europe having wonderful adventures for a while but when I came back I'd forgotten my user name this time. What a ninny. But my head is rather filled with new adventures instead.

Today I'll start with an old adventure..

There was one wonderful night. I met a fantastic man from the USA. He was my only American night time companion. He was in advertising at the time, going on to become famous in fashion at a later date (and little did I know - famously married).

Well he was charming, funny, charismatic and we hit it off. At some point in the evening, we inevitably became really very engrossed in each other's company.

So much so that we hadn't noticed a candle slip onto the giant cushion that we were on. Oh dear. How annoying. So we simply dashed it down to the bath and ran some water over the flames. But our flames were still alight - it didn't dampen our spirits as we sunk straight back into each other's arms. Oh the puns you can use regarding flames of passion! He went back to New York after that, but we'll always have... the cushion that caught on fire..

I'm always amused by little incidental things that crop up at times like that. So I may work through my collection of such events. One of my many collections.

The images here are of the incredibly talented Pene Durston's crocheted tree. She has a boutique called Cottage Industry and I would so love to pop in on her and her chums one day. They all seem so high spirited, full of beans and craft. Perfect.