The look on his face continues to haunt me today.
I see in my mind what I witnessed yesterday—my dad struggling to walk , his hands gripped tight to his walker, his legs shaking, and his eyes finding mine across the room, his right eye open wider than his left, piercing mine with its intensity. I interpret the expression on his face as one of desperation and terror.
Sean Bagshaw. Fantastic!
I stumbled onto these images yesterday and found them to be a sheer visual delight! Apparently this is not a new idea, but it was new to me. I'll definitely be copying this brilliant mason jar makeover project!
Click the links below each photo for further tips and inspiration. I''ll soon be making a trip to the local hardware store to see what lovely possibilities they have in the spray paint aisle!
I have exactly 10 postcards of this fab blue door I photographed at Eleven and a Half Fournier Street.
I'll send one out to the first 10 people who help me promote the blog either by sharing a link on Twitter or Facebook.
Tell me where you've shared it and send me a link along with your address to email@example.com and I'll post one out to you so you get something better than bills in the post.
Cheers for reading LLO.
John Kortland does know how to find some characters. Ready for a big round up of the latest Londoners? John's captions included as well. So difficult to single out my favourites but I try!
The whites of his eyes...
I've been dreading trying to put into words the emotions I felt watching the MS Balmoral set off. I think it would be best to start off explaining the costume I created for this historic event and then to share my experience with you towards the end.
In a completely odd way my costumes were planned starting with Sunday and working my way back to the Train outfit I wore on Friday.
Today, after work, a parcel was waiting for me on the side table in the hallway. When I came closer, a big smile spread on my face: Christine M Grote's book had arrived! Dancing in Heaven made it safely across the ocean.
I threw down my purse, left the groceries at the kitchen table and gently attacked the envelop.
And so I set off ready set off for an evening full of decadence and glamour only found in the year 1912.
The fabric literally spoke to me and commanded me to turn it into something extraordinary and so without a doubt Saturday was my favorite night! When I bought the fabric I had a few images already in my mind.