Mugshot : Smile

          I phoned Little Sister a few weeks ago and told her I was very much in need of a smile if she had any spare.

          This turned up a couple of days later in the post…

2015-07. Mugshot - smile.


                    verb, sm-ile

                              form one’s features into a pleasant, kind, or amused expression,  typically with the corners of the mouth turned up.


         Last weekend was a day of celebration, over the last few weeks I’ve been mentioning an upcoming special event and finally it arrived.

          Middle Daughter and Boyfriend tied the knot and became Mr and Mrs.

          Since I try to keep the blog pretty much incognito and the day was all about the people, I’ve had the not so small problem of finding a couple of pictures without people in them.

          Well it would appear we’re a shoe family.

2015-05. Shoes & Bag.

          Needless to say, my shoes were orange.  I wore a very understated outfit of classic grey trousers and a dark green top with the odd orange splash of colour on it and then added the overstated accessories with my orange shoes and bag.

2015-05. More shoes.

          Little Sister wore pink, a dress with huge pink flowers on it for the day, but by the time I took this photo at the evening party, she’d given up on the dress and changed into black trousers, with enough pink in her top to carry on the shoe theme.

          Big Sister had gone with red shoes.  Her blouse had plenty of red to top off her black skirt, and although she had thought about it, black shoes were abandoned for the bright red ones to keep up the side.

          And of course, Middle Daughter’s were the shoes everyone wanted to see on her day.  Her brains are most definitely not in her feet but it would appear both brains and feet were working together to ensure she lasted the day out in comfort.

          The flat little blue flowered shoes fitted in perfectly with her colour scheme and wedding theme for the evening party, but for the main event she wore a beautiful pair of Irregular Choice shoes, chosen I believe, even before the dress design was decided on.

2015-05. Shoes.

          No dress photo as yet, so use your imagination …

          Middle Daughter wore an ivory dress made (by Little Sister) of chinese silk, the front neckline dropped like that of a Grecian Princess whilst the rest of the dress flowed effortlessly over her slim frame to the hemline which had been raised slightly to allow a glimpse of those beautiful shoes as she walked.  The back of the dress dipped deeply to the waist where it was met by a large, Cinderella style bow and then flowed down to a delicate fish-tail hemline.

2015-05. Shoes of Choice.

Pebbles and driftwood

          Remember this …

2014-12. Blue baubles

          I emptied my glass bowl of its usual contents and filled it up with glittery tinsel and baubles for Christmas.  Normally it holds a couple of good memories inside it.

          The bottom layer consists of pebbles collected from “Penarth” beach.  Not collected by me I should add at this point, I was wearing a new pair of suede boots and was out for a walk along the prom with Little Sister and Eldest Daughter, they banned me from walking on the pebbles in my new boots so the only solution was for the two of them to collect some pebbles for me.

          You can well imagine the laughs and smiles as I stood leaning over the railings on the prom shouting directions to any pebble which caught my eye… “Up a bit, left a bit …”

          Eventually, with both my pockets full we headed back to Little Sister’s house where we were staying for the weekend.

2015-01. Pebbles.

          The second layer isn’t quite so exciting on the memory front, but very pretty.  I found a bag of sea scented pot-pourri, dried bits of all sorts, in different blues to fill the bowl up, the scent didn’t last very long, but the bits are still very pretty to look at.

          Sitting on top of the blues and greys of the pot-pourri is a single piece of driftwood.

          Again my shoes had prevented me from venturing onto the pebbles, I’d like to say I’m wise enough to wear sensible shoes now, but I’m pleased to not be quite old enough for that to be the case yet.  Hubby had wandered onto the pebbles one evening in “Llandudno” in the dark while I wandered along the edge of the prom just breathing in the sea air.  He returned with this piece of driftwood for me.  It’s very brittle, I brought it home and although I would have liked to add it to the collection of pebbles and stones growing on my windowsill, I kept it wrapped up in a piece of tissue paper until I could find somewhere to be able to see it where it would still be safe.  So here it sits, comfortably protected in the top of the glass bowl in my seasidish kitchen.

20-15-01. Driftwood.

           More from before : Happenings in “my kitchen“.