Fab, Feisty and Sixty (ish)

I'm getting a wobbly tum and my thoughts are turning towards apprehension ... so I thought l'd blog it out! The thought of getting back into the groove, gives me palpitations not the virtual kind, real ones! LOL I have only worked 6 days since 27th July as I take the bulk of my holiday allowance during the summer hols. I want to be home with the kids, they don't necessarily want me home at all , they are 16+ and 14 yrs old. I am probably in the way! I like to make the most of this time, even though they usually are asleep, hunched over laptops or talking on the phone in their rooms. Just being home with them is the thing for me, of course they don't see it or even get it, it's probably not even on their radar! I've always been home with they go out to scool and there when they come in, untill this last year when I accepted more hours, we now overlap a bit, but they are older, so it's fine all round. I didn't have my kids until my mid thirties, I lost ear...

I feel so laid back... I'm practically horizontal! We set off in good time, as Lynn called to collect me, a treat to be driven (and l still wasn't ready). We were chatting so enthusiastically, that 40 minutes later we whizzed past, (in case James reads this, he won't but ...) by that I mean elegantly and sedately drove past the turn off and then 5 miles later turned around. Our 'treatments' were not until the afternoon so we knew it was okay to be fashionably late. 'You were meant to be here for 10am did you get lost?', said the manageress, as we presented ourselves at reception in smiles of expectation at 10:10am! This was not the start we hoped for! Trouble follows Lynn and I around, I think we appear to be a couple of stroppy southern strumpets, to the dour Cumbrians and it usually leads to a confrontation! Our first treatment had been moved up to 10.30am and the next at 11.30, we later realised to accommodate a residents recent booking for 15. 'Wel...

Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek It's Friday today which means tomorrow is Saturday (duh) so I am thinking and getting excited about my day out at an old Manor House, for a SPA DAY Armathwaite Hall a belated birthday treat to myself I've never had a spa day and I really cannot wait. I'm going to be pummeled and prodded, smoothed and scrubbed soaked and steamed filed and painted and even dined and wined perhaps! My girlfirend and I have had this booked for months and so am thinking where we are going in the Lake District, of which we live on the edge. Outstanding view, overwhelming mountains abundant streams and lakes if this doesn't relax or chill me nothing will... august 2006. s.wilson august 2006. s.wilson Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek

I wanted to share a little of the excitement and joy I experience with my small online business. Sara's Attic I have had a vintage clothing shop online since 2002, after my passion for vintage fashion went into uber-drive! Sometimes customers send pictures and share their 'story'. This is the story of Hayley and a stunning mid 1980's Frank Usher gown. I had the dress in stock for sometime and was about to take it off the site to turn the stock around to keep it fresh. The dress is a strapless column gown, in an asymmetrical style in contrasting post box red and jet black. A large sash bow to the side of one hip. However Hayley contacted me from the United States asking about the dress and postage. She was considering it for her Senior Prom. I furnished her with the relevant information, and subsequently posted it to her stateside. A few months ago my day was pleasantly uplifted by her email and the photographs of her all ready on the night of her school Prom 2008, at Th...

... the F-ruits of my labours! http://mrsnesbittsplace.blogspot.com/ This year is the very first year, since the 'Great Storm' of 1987 that I have had a greenhouse, actually I now have two! In 1987 I slept through the nights storm vaguely aware that my husband went out to see to a banging door. I was unaware that the greenhouse glass was a goner and the now empty door was banging in sorrow at the loss. When I got up for work the next morning my husband slept fitfully on and I left the house, driving slowly, taking note of the branches and foliage rolling about in the great gusts of the storm's afterglow! I eventually had to turn back as a huge tree was blocking the Ashford road from Canterbury. At home, a pot of tea was brewing in expectation of my imminent return and my husband was amused, ' You went out after last nights storm?' Ummm, so I had slept through blissfully unaware, and obviously someone had not appraised me of the situation! I digress! One of the ups...

This was sent to me recently by a friend, who obviously knows me pretty damn well! Women over 50 don't have babies because they would put them down and forget where they left them. A friend of mine confused her Valium with her birth control pills... she has 14 kids but doesn't really care. One of life's mysteries is how a 2-pound box of chocolates can make a woman gain 5 lbs. My mind not only wanders, it sometimes leaves completely. The best way to forget your troubles is to wear tight shoes. The nice part about living in a small town is that when you don't know what you are doing, someone else does. The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight because by then, your body and your fat are really good friends. Just when I was getting used to yesterday, along came today. Sometimes I think I understand everything, and then I regain consciousness. I gave up jogging for my health when my thighs kept rubbing together and setting fire to my knicker's. Amazing! You ha...

... or a dresser, a table, handbag or a home ? After reading the authorblog nominated blogger for post of the day by http://cowgirlat.blogspot.com/ , I was left pondering. I remembered the books that l gave away to a charity when we moved in November, before down sizing from a rambling, good sized but never the less decrepit, farmhouse on a working farm. We moved for ALL the right reasons, the sensible, the practical and in part the motivational ones too! However, for me there always seems to be a sense of loss when we move, I feel I leave a part of me behind. Of course we have the memories, the photos, but the living in the home where those memories took place is I find rather comforting. To know that some other family is living happily there is no consolation actually. Perhaps I, like many don't like change, but it is perpetual, it h appens and that will never change. My daughter is particularly sentimental about the old farmhouse. She would regularly take herself off int...

Yes I do remember it and another thought provoking question from David Authorblog to stimulate the grey cells! I was barely four in Sept' 1962 as I was an August baby. (My mother, moannie & MEG , has just written a comment to correct me, I was five!) She handmade me, I remember her sitting stitching it, a grey flannel skirt with straps. My parents made a big fuss of me being so grown up and I was excited but apprehensive too, as there were no nurseries etc to acclimatise us to big school in those days. I remember walking into this huge brightly lit room, and being asked to sit at a table in the front of the class next to the teachers desk. Everyone else was already in class, l didn't understand why. The teacher had a wide smile and big teeth, I can see her now. She smelt of cigarette smoke and the thick powder which covered her face. I was always mesmerised by her heavily powdered skin and face. She kept a powder compact and a packet of cigarettes on her desk. I remember...

Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek A recent Sunday morning walk along the miles of Solway Firth coast line en famille and Pippa of course! By the time l had turned on my camera, father and children were streets or should l say sands ahead of me.....wait for me... no chance.. I was pleasantly surprised at the depth of the images, as it was an overcast, dull and breezy morning. Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek

...well that's what l was feeling like this morning ... all kind of angsty , itchy and all a fluster, like a cat on a hot tin roof, until my daughter called me that is! Why was I so uptight, becaus e l think l knew more than she what it could all mean.... ( LOL ... well l can dream I actually resembled my profile pic more!) We were up early, like thousand of families across the land, I helped her blow dry her new hair style, my old hairdressing years coming into good use. I left for work, she for school already looking more than a year older than she did when she broke up from the fifth year, sorry l mean year 10! At barely 10.30 she texted , l called her and she exclaimed the results, 10 gcse's , with A*'s, A's, B's, C's and D's to make it a royal flush! Better than she feared, more than she hoped, considering the window of despair in the spring, I'm very pleased for her. Well done my girl!! Now breathe... and enjoy the new year, the new opportunitie...

Tullie House Museum & Art Gallery Maximum Meaning, Minimum Means I'm a lucky girl, if only l realised it more ... http://mrsnesbittsplace.blogspot.com/ I work part time in a Museum & Art Gallery, even better l get paid for the pleasure of looking after the Art, the installations, the artifacts , the costumes and of course our visitors. Today l spent some time in the Art Gallery, which usually houses contemporary art and it changes E- xhibitions every 6-12 weeks. We are currently E- xhibiting in this gallery, a retrospective of 'Abram Games' ... and it is fantastic, the images one sees and it all fit into place... I often am involved as part of the team that installs and takes down our new exhibitions, but I wasn't involved with the hang on this E- xhibition as my hand is still recovering from surgery, but it worth the disappointment of missing the excitement of the installation. To be able to walk around these marvellous and so clever images an to hear ...

I was reading David McMahon's Authorblog recent post about the oldest 'facebook' member of 100+ and it set me to thinking about my own good mother. It dawned on me that one apparently forgets what is on our own doorstep so to speak, strange isn't it? My mother, who at 74 has recently graduated with a BA Hons in Humanties from the Open University, after several years of hard work, returning to study (quite successfully) after nearly 60 odd years. She has also 'mastered' a pc and the internet, even though l do use the term mastered loosely! Even so, she emails, scans and sends pics, and has been chatting on a web cam to her grandchildren, which can only be good thing (as we live 400 miles away). She is a very good painter, who whilst we kids were growing up, she prolifically painted anything that moved and anything that didn't. I remember many of the paintings she did for my grandmother, who was house and wheelchair bound through severe MS. The paintings were...

Bloody, BLOODY, sodding football .... l just don't get it or appreciate it! I've been at work all day, I come home and the tele is on with football, Im uncomfortable in 'my' own living room, out numbered and out voted as the kids and their Dad are watching it. Apparently, 'the season started today Mum!'' Whoopy effing do!! It used to be on all day Saturday and Sunday, then Saturday night too and then Sunday night too and NOW they've started kickoff at 5.30pm... again apparently, 'its been like this for three years Mum!' Hummphh ... again whoopy effing do!! For those of you that think it isn't a man's world, guess what I DISAGREE this IS a man's world, in my house anyway! I don't see Gok's Fashion Fix or Trinny and Suse on the tele when I get home at prime time or er Oprah or even Opera! Am l being sexist, or shallow? l think a bit ... okay so something more general or generic or I was going to say bi-sexual but I mean no ...

(ooppss... l just realised l had called this photoshop friday, l havent tinkered with the pics honest!) Holiday pics that l have kept for today! Allum Bay from a boat, amazing pre jurassic water bed, now sand layers, turned on side creating several colours of sand!! Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek Amazing 60 ft Oak trees!! Breakfast with a View! Isle of Wight August 2008 Photographs S. Wilson Mr Linky