Vanity Hurts

Don't forget, next to Wendy at 1st Unique Gifts for handmade Monday.  Worth a look

When I was a child we had either metal curlers or rags in the hair to provide one with a coiffeur for the following day.  We did have curling tongues but these were inserted in a fire until red hot prior to curling hair around it.  Risky?  Yes, definitely.  If one wasn’t careful one could end up with very short hair indeed.

The reason I mention these tortures is that I recall one of my Mothers favourite sayings as she dragged a comb through my long and often knotted hair.  “Vanity hurts my girl, vanity hurts”.

When I think of what some people do today all in the name of beauty.

I’ve suffered agonies over the years

I’ve cried and cried so many tears.

The surgeons knife, always so sharp

Has now created this work of art.

My face would launch a thousand ships,

My legs now rise to slender hips

My boobs are pointed and erect

There’s not much left to now dissect.

The double chin I had has gone

The neck is wrinkle free and long.

What varicose veins, how dare you ask

Comfortable flab - a thing of the past.

The trouble is I’m still inside

Struggling to get out of this well honed hide

I look in the mirror and what do I see

The same fat, frumpy, dowdy me.

List of those bloggers whose blogs I cant leave comments on.

So far (I will add to it as the day goes on)

Allys Cards. That card is so tasteful.
Redneedle Sewing for the beautiful white linen blind.
Picto.  Lovely jungle themed plaque.  Coo, Wells on sea.  Haven't been there for years.

Don't forget to pop along to Wendys blog and view the lovely things on show in Handmade Monday.  Well worth the visit.
Wendy at 1st Unique Gifts

A touch of peace

The ripple of water in the sun

The twinkle of light on wet stone,

Soft whisper as the ripples run

Where ever they want to roam.

Be it brook or stream or rill,

Thro woodland or open weald

And paddles of an old water mill

Such peace you could ever feel.

This peace remains intact

Till the seasons turn a page

And Winter performs its act

Causing angry waters to rage.

It is a cleansing process

The frost, the ice and the snow

Ready to don the new green dress

For the start of the Spring time show.

I have resurected this ditty for a virtual friend who has just visited our capitol. (See http://bitsandblobsbyamy.blogspot.com  ) She has some lovely pics on there, well worth a look and a read.

HOME SWEET HOME
(or the day we got the wedding dress)

We’ve had a day in London,
The great metropolis,
Not sight seeing you understand,
But with a shopping list.

Both ways along Oxford Street.
Then Regent Street as well.
Back down the tube for Knightsbridge,
And Harrods just for the hell.

A corner shop beyond our dreams,
Our pockets too I fear.
But just to get a carrier bag,
We must buy something here.

The tube again, the moving stairs
To take us back to town.
Our weary feet and aching arms,
Wish we were homeward bound.

We’ve still to queue for food and drink,
Alas no tables free.
The queue for loos is two miles long,
I’m desperate for a pee.

I have been banged and kicked and pushed
From pillar to post all day.
The pavements are full of milling crowds,
All going the opposite way.

When next you are planning another trip,
To our capitol city for fun.
Remind me of my pleasures today,
It’s unlikely that I’ll come!!!

Message for Redneedle

I have tried very hard to leave you a comment but this wretched machine won't have it.  I wanted to say I love your needle cases.  Could do with one myself.  Like you I am a holy terror with needles and my OH is always moaning.

Visit to Bletchley Park.

We are members of a club and it was our summer outing yesterday.  Above us a picture of part of the grounds of Bletchley Park.  It was so tranquil.

We went to visit Bletchley Park

I wasn’t too keen on this,

Thought it would be all gloomy and dark,

Things like that I could miss.

We finally arrived in our charabanc

To a lovely countryside view.

Gathered together our little gang

And off to find what to do.

Well, talk about stepping back in time,

To imagine eight thousand odd folk

Milling around these grounds so fine,

Where work was definitely no joke.

Studied the early computer,

Watched The Colossus still at work.

Learnt their affect on the future;

Then around the canteen did lurk.

We found that a wartime price

Was not in evidence there.

A crumb and cuppa sufficed

As we didn’t have a millionair.

The evening pub delightful.

The food was scrummy and good.

The hosts were very mindful

Of us and did what they could.