All Woman...

Sometimes I feel insecure being a particularly curvy woman in this day and age.  

Determined to be proud of how far I've come in accepting myself (knowing God doesn't make any mistakes when it comes to His children), I have today compiled some of whom I think, are the most beautiful, curvaceous women this planet has ever beheld...

I feel all woman when I look at these pictures - strong, proud, and encouraged to be myself.

Aretha Franklin

Marilyn Monroe

Elizabeth Taylor

Ivanka Trump

and I think my favourite, Ella Fitzgerald.

Who encourages you?

Shell xx

Maybe Monday

Well I didn't count on receiving more presents!  But I am so so happy with my 'Made In Japan' plates and bowls from the dear newlyweds!  

I think they look quite fetching with toast!

My other unexpected present today was from my beautiful sister-in-law, who insisted on buying this beautiful wicker basket for me after seeing I had admired it!

I have an instant desire to go for a walk through pastures now in full Georgian dress, including Jane Austen style Grecian gown, bonnet, jacket and scarf!  All the while collecting flowers and strawberries to put into my basket!

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On Monday mornings I meet with a group of women for coffee.  We are from varying walks of life, and ages...  Some of us very noisy, all of us very funny.  Lively debate and spirited conversation takes place while we sip, (and sometimes spill) our coffees in the excitement of it all!  We have named this rendezvous Maybe Monday, and I smile all the rest of the day after our meeting.

There is nothing like nearly taking over a coffee shop with a large group of friends, and enjoying time catching up, swapping stories, and really serving each other with the delights of good company, just being friends, just being women.

Shell xx

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

When are you gonna come down?

When are you going to land?

I should've stayed on the farm, 

should've listened to my old man....

You know you can't hold me forever,

I didn't sign up for you!

I'm not a present for your friends to open,

This boy's too young to be singing the blues -

So, goodbye yellow brick road!

Where the dogs of society howl,

You can't put me in your penthouse

I'm going back to my plow-

Back to the howling old owl in the woods,

Hunting the horny back toad...

Oh, I finally decided my future lies,

Beyond the yellow brick road...

Elton John, ah....

I saw him play at the entertainment centre in Sydney about two years ago - it was magical.

I hope in heaven I get put somewhere close to him and we can write songs together...

Until then I'd better keep practicing my piano!

Shell xx