Beautiful Booty

This morning, bright and early my good friend Wicksy picked me up and we set off to our favourite car boot.  It was such a lovely morning, with so much to see, I got quite snap happy.

Each pitch is so varied, you never know what you will find.

and I love the home spun feel to some, these dahlias sung like a floral choir

There were many strange collections, watches, cameras, scissors..

haberdashery (love that word!)

and the people - interesting old guys that are regulars who meet for a chat

This beautifully attired gentleman has the most enormous moustache 

 Booty was found, and will be in BeauBazaar when I have had the chance to photograph it, and load it up. Thank you for stopping by.

Do You Like..

The new look?  Do you like this shot of Paul Newman?  I do. 

Have a good weekend.

I Love A Good Wedding

Last week we celebrated the wedding of my sister in law and her partner.  Miraculously, the day was dry and the sun shone all day on the happy couple.

The colour theme of the wedding was lavender.

There were 2 bridesmaids, one was my daughter (below, teasing her brother)

The younger bridesmaid, playing peek a boo.

After, there was dancing.

It was perfection.

Fifty Shades of Grey!

Earlier in the year, whilst reading a blog I saw this image in a piece about decks.  I loved the image, and as I have a very small deck thought I might be able to do something like it.

http://my-wishfulthinking.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/hit-deck.html

Whilst thinking, I saw this image too, serendipity I thought...

So, out I went and found myself a chair...

Sorry the picture quality is not good, I could only take it through the window, for obvious reasons.

You have to laugh.

Luminosity

Bells of Foxglove, ghostly white

glowing in the morning light 

Strike A Pose

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He rocks!  Probably literally.

  So, I have decided to try yoga.  Being out of action due to injury is not good.  Positive preventative action is required. After all, if you don't use it you lose it.  

Perhaps I will never be able to sit on the banks of the Ganges, with my knees behind my ears, but I'll be fending off decrepitude.

To be serene, bendy and in charge of my life in manner of... Well, I can't think of anyone that fits that exact model right now, but maybe I don't need a role model for this, maybe I'll be my own role model.

If you don't hear from me, it's not because it's all gone horribly wrong, oh no.    It will be because it has gone so well. I will have been recruited by a top yoga guru and whisked off to an ashram to demonstrate to others the secret of my success. But after studying the above photo further I note 2 things that concern me. Firstly, it looks a bit grey on the banks of the Ganges.   A bit like here, there's no sun.  I need sun after enduring what has been thrown at us here in the UK lately.  Secondly, I am concerned about the kit he's wearing.  Are these the kind of undies a yoga guru is expected to wear whilst displaying ones prowess?  They look quite brief. I may need to stock up on some sturdy pants. 

*I cannot find who to credit this image to.  I know how annoying this can be for image owners, so if anyone knows I will be happy to correct the omission.

Rain Stops Play

Sadly rain stopped play this weekend, and our street party was postponed.  We're having a jubilympics party in July instead. Bloody weather. So some photos evoking sunnier times to make me feel better.

Something I need to try and remember...

Happy and Glorious?

We are knee deep in preparations for our Diamond Jubilee street party this weekend - fingers crossed the bunting ordered online arrives and that the weather stays dry.  I have lived in this road for nearly 10 years and it's the first street party. It started when I was reminiscing with my friend and neighbour about memories of the Silver Jubilee, we decided we wanted to do something our kids would remember too.   There will be food, drink, games, royal quizzes and a Great British Bake off, all to be judged by the senior members of the neighbourhood.   Everyone was invited, so the couple who let their dog poo in peoples gardens will be attending, as will the grumpy man who rants at the neighbourhood children for having the temerity to sledge past his house every time it snows and the warring neighbours with boundary disputes will be there too.   In short,  all the ingredients for a Great British Punch Up!

Despite this, it's starting to feel very exciting, and I hope it will feel more like a community afterwards.  A nice warm glow is what we all need when the suns gone in and the news is so awful.  So we shall enjoy our overdose of red white and blue but, like Easter, we wont forget what it's really about - Pimms, cheers!

Have a great Jubilee weekend whatever you are doing.

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My Own Personal Chelsea Garden

There's no big name sponsors, celebs or Alan Titchmarsh roaming in the undergrowth, but I do have Cow Parsley!  It's blooming at the end of our garden, giving the swing and it's shady spot a fairy tale feel.  The Columbines agree with me, nodding their bonnets in the gentle breeze and the Forget Me Nots add the most beautiful shade of sky blue to the burgeoning pallet of colour.

Now I am waiting for the white Foxgloves I grew from seed last spring, to come into flower.  I grew them to illuminate the shade and light up the green.  But until then I am enjoying the show.