Willy Winky – and his night light

It’s all very well to tell me to light my candle but my firelighter is wet. 
How can I be a Wee Willie Winkie when I can’t shed any light in the night?

I ran through the night calling out my plight.
The children peeped out from their  bedrooms
"Its ok, Willy Winky, don’t take fright"

Don't let it mess with your head
We are already abed.
It's warm and snuggly inside

Please don’t turn on that light 
It will keep us all  awake


A beautiful mess

Sugar and spice
is not very nice
when flavoured with mice
and eaten with rice.

So what do you do with a cooking disaster?
Do you keep adding ingredients?
Toss it into pasta
Or disguise it with spices hidden in a hot sauce?

And when it results in a beautiful mess
do you give up and toss it in the bin?


Saving Grace – It shouldn’t have been a race

She was fair of face
and elegant of motion.
She showed a rare form of speed,
and was graceful in action.

Grace could have won the race.
She ran at a fair pace
I tripped her and she fell
She was badly hurt, I could tell,

I thought of saving Grace
Instead I chose to save face 
Because I had lost my nerve
What else do I deserve

So give me some space
I’ll disappear without trace
Now you have heard
what I did to Grace.


Paisley prints and peppermints

The 1960s and  70s were about peace and love
Hippies or heavy metal
Pop rock or punk
Disco queen or retro folk
Were the music choices to make

Bright flowing maxi skirts
Psychedelic colours of every hue
Bell bottom  jeans and polyester shirts 
Jumpsuits or crochet
Were the order of the day. 

Gaudy days of paisley prints
Teardrop-shapes ending with a flick. 
Life was a box of chocolates ( not peppermints)
Choosing your own fashion was the latest trick

The world changed forever
Through the music and fashion
Never say never…..
Just follow your passion …

But oh - I didn’t like those paisley prints!

Paisley prints
Jumpsuits in Paisley

Pictures of the past – precious memories

I have a picture in my mind’s eye.

Once I was a little  girl with blonde curls and blue eyes, clutching a cuddly soft toy under my arm.

Those eyes blinked once, and then suddenly I am ten. Already I have found some interests to pursue. 

I had my first riding lessons on a black racehorse named Chunkette. She left a lasting impression on me (and not just on my tender bottom) Gentle to ride yet she had a quietly determined character. She liked to lead the way when trotting along the jungle path.

I took many photos with my brand new camera and instantly I was hooked into an abiding passion – photography. Such magic to be able to capture pictures of the present which would become fond memories of the past. What an exciting and absorbing activity this has become. Little did I realise at that moment how my childhood interests would become my lifelong passion.

I blinked again and it was the next decade  I kept up my horse-riding. I took  pictures to record my interests and life experiences but alas they  went missing over the years.

I learned to develop and print my own film photographs in the school darkroom. Precious pictures of those schoolgirl years long since past but still they remain in my albums.

A decade after my first riding lessons, I bought my own horse. Yes it was another beautiful black racehorse. It seems I had a certain affinity with racehorses. I took pictures of course.

My first job when I left school was hand-painting aerial photographs using photo oil paints. My second photographic job saw me making large mosaic aerial photomaps of rural properties. No horses but plenty of farm animals in the photo maps. Lots of time spent in the darkroom, developing and printing very large aerial photographs, using copy cameras and retouching negatives.

Once again I was making pictures to identify the present land use and to record these for posterity.

In my third decade my passion for photography was set aside for a short time as motherhood and parenting took priority.  However there were still plenty of photographic opportunities in that part of my life journey. I  took many pictures of my children and I put them in my family albums.

I look at these pictures  of the past quite often these days. 

Fourth decade: As I travelled the country with my work in early childhood education, I became aware of the emerging importance of photo documentation of children’s learning journeys.  I took many pictures of early childhood environments, examples of best teaching practice, and of the many work colleagues who became close friends. I was able once again to focus on my lifelong passion for photography. 

I had also discovered digital and video cameras. Now there were limitless images to capture and record. And so much more to learn. The internet arrived.  I started a 365 project – a photo a day for 365 days.  I’m now into the 8th year of my 365 project. What can I say… it is an addiction. And I’m still learning.

Over the last three decades I have been capturing my travel memories in photographs. So many pictures to record our amazing trips around the world.  Travelling internationally may now be a distant memory. 

These memories are already my pictures of the past.

Fortunately, I now have 7 grandchildren. My latest and greatest joy is when I capture pictures of their blonde curls and blue eyes. The pictures of the past have become the pictures of the present generation.

I must have blinked my eyes at least once for every decade as my life changed direction, yet I still remain focussed on my abiding passion.

And the pictures of my past? they are still there to remind me of my lifetime memories. 

Abbreviated disclosure

The meaning of ‘disclosure’ is “the speech act of making something evident’, and‘abbreviated’ is “a shortened version of a word or a phrase”

So surely an ‘abbreviated disclosure’ is to shorten the speech or act of clarity?

In the spirit of full disclosure, I went down quite a rabbit hole…. and I do love colloquialisms.

The current habit of sending a message with an abbreviation is aggravating to the receiver if the abbreviation is not familiar and well known. Lack of clear understanding lends itself to frustration and confusion.

As I love playing with wordsI, I decided to have alternative fun with some of the more commonly abbreviated disclosures (initialism acronyms), I share with you how these abbreviated disclosures could otherwise be construed.

 IMHO – it is not necessary to be humble in your opinion but please be humorous in the way you express it 
TBC – to be or not to be continued – that is the dilemma of the tentative date. 
LOL – Look Or Leer – What you see or think is how you act. 
OMG – Overall  My Giggles are contagious or contentious
IDK – Intentionally Disowned Knowledge 
LMAO – Leaves Me Anticipating Often

Oh – and please don’t get me started on emoticons or even those emojis!

An emoticon, short for “emotion icon”, also known simply as an emote, is a pictorial representation of a facial expression using characters—usually punctuation marks, numbers, and letters—to express a person’s feelings, mood or reaction, or as a time-saving method.”{Wikipedia)

I can’t imagine even trying to use punctuation marks, number and letter combinations to describe the depth of human emotions. How far the human race has come from the guttural grunts, body and sign language of prehistoric man. 

Do we really need to save time when relating to our human companions? Or are we just lazy?

And then there are those annoying little yellow characters….. No, I’m not talking about minions (who I think are quite cute)

“Emojis for smileys, people, families, hand gestures, clothing and accessories.”

There are even ‘emojipedia’ websites where hundreds of emojis lie in waiting to trap and entangle the technically or verbally challenged. 

Emoji emotions

Surely emotions need to be expressed verbally not visually?  Or have we all become accustomed to communicating in abbreviated disclosures?

I wondered if there is an emoji for soapbox.  I’ll get off mine now (and climb out of that rabbit hole.)


What do you think? Do you have a favourite emoji or emoticon or do you still have realtime conversations?


Strawberry kisses

She carefully outlined her lips with the pencil. Selecting her favorite lipstick she painted the scented, glossy colour between the lines. 

‘I mustn’t blur outside the lines,’  she thought. “It has to be perfect this time”

She smacked her lips together, looked again in the mirror and smiled. That will do perfectly. Pursing her lips, she softly kissed her reflection. At last she had created a perfect strawberry kiss. 

Strawberry Kiss

She gently pressed the card against the mirror to transfer the image. It looked sweet and delicious – “strawberry sweet just like me’,  she smiled. 

She sealed the envelope with another strawberry kiss then slipped it under his front door. 

Valentine’s Day was the only day she was brave enough to send him strawberry kisses. 

Kissing the envelope