Thank you all for your kind birthday wishes on my last post. As I said I was feeling very positive and ready to start on my bonus years and to that end I decided that I would stop trying to be the person I felt everyone expected me to be and instead to do what I liked (as long as it didn't hurt anyone else) and be who I wanted to be and one of the things I did was to take a leaf out of a French friend's book and become a little Bohemian and to hell with what people think.
In my youth I had always shunned bright colours not wishing to be noticed and my colours were mainly subtle greys, olives and mustards. I never had beige but I think I was a beige person if you know what I mean?! I lacked the confidence to go for the modern 60's fashions and colours and I lived in Sherborne too which was very conservative with a small "c" as well as a capital one and several years behind London in fashions.
As I have got older I have gained in self confidence and gradually I have chosen more colourful wardrobe as the drab shades of my youth did me no favours at all and after my birthday I had mentioned to a friend that I was thinking of dyeing my hair as some kind of statement and she was all for it and egged me on to buy the purple dye. So I did dye my hair - not all of it just a section and I was actually quite pleased with the new me.
The colour was meant to last for 6 - 8 shampoos but just a week later when I washed it for the second time this was all that was left of my "statement"! Here I am my normal mousey colour with only the faintest tint of purple left! I hadn't realised till I took these selfies just how much grey there now is in my mouse. So what now? Shall I go for broke and have a tattoo instead, get it permanently coloured at the hairdresser's or sink back into my country mouse personna? I'm joking about the tattoo as I would never have the courage to have that done - it took me two attempts to get my ears pierced and I am not keen on tattoos let alone on old ladies!
Wednesday, 7 May 2014
I chose to spend my birthday walking in the bluebell woods near Eype on the south coast near Bridport and to have lunch at the quirky little cafe at Down House Farm. What a wonderful way to spend a special day - I can honestly say it was the best birthday ever! Join me on my day out if you fancy a walk in beautiful countryside.
Our path led along here and we were thrilled with the bluebells we saw but another couple walking the opposite way said that they were even better further up the path.
here for more on bluebells and how to tell the difference.
Pure santosha - a walking meditation!
Until eventually we left the woods to come out onto a narrow road which we then followed noticing the number of different wildflowers growing in the verges.
I noticed bluebells, cow parsley, buttercups, primroses, violets, red campion, purple bugle, yellow deadnettle, periwinkle,and celandines to name but a few. Unless on foot one rarely notices just how many flowers there are alongside a road. Somewhere however we must have taken a wrong turn and we came out onto a main road which we had to walk along for a while till we were able to get back onto a footpath - not to be recommended on a Bank Holiday Monday or at any other time I dare say! Scary with no pathway and no verges either!
We enjoyed a well earned sit down with our cuppas and a slice of cake each - no candles but a little silver Happy Birthday plaque which I have had for years - no expense spared here when it comes to birthday celebrations!!!
Reaching 70 seemed to me to be more significant than any of the other "Big O" birthdays or even the 21st that had come before - not sure why. It is definitely not the beginning of the end but bonus time which I intend to use to the full and it is with a positive feeling of new beginnings that I am moving onward and I thought how lucky I am to have reached my three score years and ten and be fit and able to walk for hours, to have my birthday in May the lovliest month of the year, to live in this wonderful part of the country with places like this if not actually on my doorstep then near at hand and to have Mr M who had his 70th years ago fit and well enough to be able to join me on my walks - lucky girl eh?!
Thank you all for your comments on my previous post - I am glad I am not the only one who finds computers a complete mystery!
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