Not going to talk about Easter. For a woman childless not of her own volition, too many eggs about. Martine, the childless protagonist of my novel… 1,711 more words
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I do like a tailored jacket and by that I mean a buttoned-up, nipped-in-the-waist kind of jacket. And before you say, I can’t wear something like that because of my size, there’s a friend of mine who wouldn’t mind me saying (because I checked) that although she is a plus size she found a charity shop jacket in a stunning red and looks wonderful in it because it’s tailored – excess, flowing material does not hide a fuller figure, less is more, in my opinion. 680 more words
So, I had a little, teensy-weensy birthday last week. I have now reached the grand old age of 47. Cue trumpet fanfare. Thankfully, it doesn’t concern me that another year has crept up and taken me in a strangle-hold; I am not the kind of person who worries about growing old. 630 more words
I thought I’d comment on Lynette’s post but have so much to say it’s turned into a post all of it’s own!
You can see from Lynette’s piece (published 7th April) that there’s quite a difference between shopping in a thrift store in the States and shopping in a charity shop in the UK. 737 more words