Hi all you sweetnesses out there, Happy Midsummer!
How do you plan to spend the summer solstice?
Glastonbury? It your back garden?
I hope June is treating you well. Here, well it's been a rollercoaster but not with TP this time.
There are some rare illnesses that strike like a thunderbolt and without the filter of health or age.
Resilience, fight, cheerfulness and positivity play an incredible part in the recovery process and I thank our precious loved one so very much for having all of those qualities in wheelbarrow loads.
So, recovery is going remarkably well and it's onwards and upwards, peeps.
And as I return to haunt your screens again, I'll release any posts I'd had queued up prior to the thunderbolt. Like today's.
We're midway through June and this day was a little blip in June's otherwise smooth pattern of hot, hot, hot. On this day the sun was there alright, yet the air had been quite chilly during my early morning round of golf and the temperature stuck pretty much on chilly through the day and into evening. Or so I thought.
Thus, instead of the dress planned for my night at the local, I wore a jumper.
Not any old jumper. My pearly Zara jumper.
This clever little nacre embellishment takes this simple jumper and jeans look to a slightly elevated level, IMHO.
And upgrade footwear to sassy heels and instantly your embellished jumper and jeans pairing is tweaked into just the right mood for an evening pub meal.
I felt comfortable in this outfit and it felt appropriate for the event, location and weather, and that's an essential formula to create confidence.
And as they say, "there's nowt as sexy as confidence", so heavens knows, I may have even felt that! And at 68 that's no mean achievement!
I grabbed a Gap denim jacket, just in case. For that is what I do. Prepare myself for all eventualities, all weathers.
I think I've created Summer Cool, Fonz-style!
So I took my Summer Cool to the pub ... and we had a window seat.
And the sun glared in through the glass. Clearly not the weather for a woolly jumper, be it sprinkled with pearls or not. Let's just say that I felt a tad overheated, and leave it at that. And move quickly on to the food shots.
I passed on the starter, which I thought was quite an elegant thing to do, the kind of thing chic Parisienne ladies would do. But I had to have a cheeky poke at TP's delicious cheese soufflé.
Oh, look at me, being all goody-2-shoes-sanctimonious with my prawn and avocado salad ... after I'd been a-stealin' off TP's plate!
One goes to the Rockie for a glorious sunset.
And that is what one got. Looking out from my window seat, I raised my glass to this glorious scene. Cheers.
Enjoy your longest day.
A la perchoine.