I am participating in the One World, One Heart event. This was dreamed up by A Whimisical Bohemian, and is l believe in its third year. If you visit her blog, she has a full list of participants on her sidebar. Basically all you have to do is visit a participating blog, leave a comment and you will be entered into a draw. Some participants are offering several gifts. No catches. No gimmicks. No sales. No links. In the One World, One Heart event I am offering to one lucky winner the following two gifts... a Vintage 1960's silk scarf signed 'Richard Allan' & a Vintage 1960's Glitzy Evening Party Bag The event close on 15th February 2010 and l will announce FFF's winner then.
is next to god awfulness. l enjoyed my London trip on so many levels. Though particularly because I had time to suit myself, time away from pressure of work, time away from the kids, all types of timetables. Time away from decision making, which I abhor with a passion! Sometimes, though thankfully not often when l am alone. Sitting in a coffee shop. Or in line in the bank or supermarket. Waiting in the car in line for the car park. Usually alone waiting. I get the heebee jeebee's. In plain speak a panic or anxiety attack. It comes in the form of a butterfly fluttering in my chest, a screaming in my head. Silent screaming. But I feel the noise. White noise. That drives darkness through the day like a knife through butter. It lasts but a few moments, but a dry fear stays a while. Remaining hidden amongst the layers of feelings and experiences we call life. Whilst walking alone through the streets of London, it lurked. Unacknowledged. Invisible. Whilst feeling the beat of the city...
Monochrome Monday hosted by Aileni As it is very frosty and cold I am driving to work, shameful, yes, as its only 1.75 miles uphill down hill in nose to tail traffic. I park in the nearest car park, courtesy of the City Council, a perk of the job. Thank you very much. And this is what l see on my short walk from car park to work! silhouette of castle gate looking back over my shoulder where l have walked from the very ineffectual Millennium Bridge this is the entrance to the underpass, which takes us under the dual carriageway that separates the Castle from the city, the Museum and Cathedral this is the underpass decorated with old local industrial machinery and the Cursing Stone produced for the Millennium and inscribed with a centuries old curse it receives the wrath of locals as it is considered the cause of all our recent ills, Foot & mouth and the Floods the marble floor containing prominent local and Reiver's name the Whispering Wall, solid glass brick, come alive with...
If it wasn't for Malcolm I woudln't be the well dressed woman i am today. I still have a penchatn for zips mind
ReplyDeleteAh, every generation has its mavens.
ReplyDeleteI am still a little perturbed by how he repressed Vivienne (?), claiming pretty much all of her ideas as his own...
ReplyDeleteStill a miss, though!
And, as for Breakfast chez Saz, what a fab bunch of pictures you've taken, Saz -- Just incredible! Merci, my favourite person xox
fhi, behind every man is well dressed, versed, sexy, brave, coming out of her shell wOman!!!
ReplyDeleteSAZ X
Loved this. Can't believe I was once mistaken for .....
ReplyDeleteThink I might try that hairstyle.
J'ai adoré, je n'ai aucune idée qui est l'homme mais Catherine Deneuve est à son mieux et les mots et la musique forment une ballade sensuelle
ReplyDeleteLoved it, I don't have a clue to who the man is but C.D. is at her best and words and music make a sensual ballad
She is so beautiful! And YOU are tres chic!!! You truly know style!! Love you! Janine XO
ReplyDelete