Tempting? I was thinking this morning about tattoos – body art. It seems to be more popular then ever, unless I just notice it more. Sometimes when I see arms completely covered, I feel a pang of pity that someone should do that to themselves. Is it self loathing? Too addictive? Does it make people feel good psychologically (of course it does, or they would never have more than one.) Does the pigment contain anything that makes people feel good physically? Or am I just too old and old-fashioned? I can never convince myself that the ‘canvas’ will be happy with the illustrations forever. If they are sure, then fine, it is up to them. Many designs are amazing works of art, and created with great skill, I do acknowledge that. I just feel that so much self-decoration is over the top. Can’t explain it. As I said, just too old really. I am the person who wanted to cry every day for six months, on looking in a mirror, after having had my ears pierced at 20. Having said all this, it does sometimes cross my mind to have a wee daffodil somewhere on me… ! |
The two big lilac trees in my garden are producing the most gorgeous scent at the moment, I can smell it from inside the house – just lovely. And they are so beautiful too: one white and one a purpley red. Lovely jubbly. | I couldn’t understand why Heart Breakfast didn’t put any news on at 7am today. Then I realised that I was not in my own car, where 7.04 really means 6.58. The clock was wrong when I got the car, and still is. |
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The Good Old Days... I was either on a bus, or in a queue, when I overheard two old dears chatting. I was quite amused by much of it, and wanted to share it:
“Don’t we have short summers now”; “They are not babies for long. They put them in jeans and trainers. We used to have those sleep things.” “We were working at 14. Now they are not even thinking about it at 18!” “Hmm, it’s busy in here, lots of cars, not many people.” |
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