There is something about reading. Lots of us do it here on wordpress, it’s what has brought us together, and I tried to put into words exactly what it is that I love for Perdiz Magazine last week.
The Monday Muse. Hello adult.
Hello Adult. This past week has been a week of lasts. My last Friday night as a twentysomething, my last Sunday lie-in as a twentysomething, my last painful Monday morning wake-up as a twentysomething…. In case it isn’t slap-you-in-the-face obvious, this week…
The Monday Muse. One Day.
One Day. I can’t remember exactly when I first started saying “one day”. I know I was very young. And I know I said it a lot. I also know that I say it as much now as I ever…
The Monday Muse. Skinny Fry.
You will have to excuse my meandering mind again today. As I was laid face down on a surgeon’s table this morning, I couldn’t help but wish I was sat on the riverside bench that the boy and I had…
Sharpen.
Happy new year to my lovely readers, I hope your last few weeks have been filled with a little indulgence of all kinds. In racking my brains this morning for a New Year’s post I ventured down this nostalgic path……
Swing.
Today’s prompt from photography101… ‘connect’. Swing. My hair flew forwards as the wind drove against my body flying upwards. At the top we stopped for mere milliseconds, jolted by the sudden standstill, the palpable moments of weightlessness before we…
I'm with the band.
Laura didn’t have an imaginary friend. But she did have a series of Take That dolls that were entirely representative of their real life counterparts when they whispered sweet nothings to her. This post is in response to…
Pane.
Remembering childhood again thanks to The Daily Post… As I have been caught amidst a whirlwind of weddings and autumn colds I have decided to combine the last two assignments with this one vignette. The task was to describe a…
My Oxford museum home… with dinosaurs.
A life sized cabinet of curiosities… Its heavy air still seizes my nostalgic nose from my very first footstep inside. Its stuffed creatures still monitor me from every corner and kink of the room. My feet must have contributed to…
Day 93.
Old friends are the very best of friends, and Mr T Rex and I go way back. #100happydays #day93
Generation ‘Car Window Music Video’-ers.
My thoughts took a nostalgic turn last week as I stumbled across Eli GarMont’s confession that he was a fully inaugurated member of the Spice Boy patrol over the era that Girl Power reigned supreme. This prompted my mourning over…
Day 56.
It is with Throwback Thursday in mind that I have found today’s smile. The first camera I ever jauntily swung round my neck wasn’t a vintage Pentax or an 80s Polaroid, it was this plastic point and shoot from Fisher…
