When you’re 90 years old, what do you suppose will matter most to you?
If I’m still alive which I think is doubtful what would matter to me most was just getting through every day I think. I would want to be as independent as you can be at that age and mentally alert but I guess if I wasn’t I probably wouldn’t know
What’s the best way to spend a rainy afternoon?
Well, first of all, not out in the rain getting soaked through. It’s nice to stay indoors and do some crafty hobby, or maybe work on the dolls I fix for the Op Shop. I sometimes play in the doll room on wet afternoons, changing outfits and things like that but not photography because the light really isn’t good enough. Then, of course, there is also catching up with those blog posts I was meaning to write.
What is one thing you don’t understand about yourself?
Why I am so physically uncoordinated. I bump into things, trip over things, can’t balance on anything. I’m scared of falling. I’ve always been useless at any sport that requires hand-eye coordination. That’s not because of my age. I have always been like this.
When was the last time you tried something to look ‘cool’ (hip), but it ended in utter embarrassment? Details?
I don’t think I’ve ever tried to look “cool”. I’m not the right shape to be fashionable and I prefer to just go my own way and wear the colours and styles I like. The most embarrassing incident I can remember was a workmate commenting that my blue eyeshadow looked very 1980s, this was in the late 90s. I’ve never been all that happy wearing eye make up. A friend showed me how to put it on in the eighties and I just kept doing it that way. After that, I pretty much stopped wearing it at all. I don’t really like the feel of makeup on my skin so these days if I feel I must wear it it’s lipstick and face powder only.
GRATITUDE/I’M SO THANKFUL!
This is an opportunity to share a picture, a story or event that shows your gratitude.
I had a lovely day out in Hobart taking photos today. The sun shone. I saw some of my favourite spring blossoms at Princes Park. I treated myself to a dessert at Salamanca Square and got my hair cut, it was getting too long and driving me crazy.