Iím still trying with this shape and texture thingy so today Iíve tried for shiny and smooth contrasting with the hairy, jagged stuff.
I must say this sort of pic does nothing for me, Iím not even sure I like it so I canít imagine why any one else should. The rosehips are such a glorious colour that this seems like a terrible waste to me really.
Today, as you know, I promised DM Iíd do nothing so Iíve been trying to do nothing. Itís been killing me. Iíve ended up sat at my PC for most of the day, sorting out photos to send to Photobox for printing and writing nonsense. I had this idea for a series of short stories so Iíve sat down and written two today. Well at least Iíve not done anything too physical.
These rosehips are lovely. The leaf of this wild rose is pale grey and the hips are big and showy compared to the small, fragile flowers that precede them. They reminded me of a little story from Wednesday night.
I was on the dance floor, whirling about my hooped petticoat and dancing with a crowd of our youngsters and a record came on the disco that it was clear they all knew really well. They were all singing along at the tops of their voices. I must say, I didnít care for it much so I yelled in Cassieís ear (Cassie is one of our stars) ĎI must be really old because Iíve never heard this beforeí. She yelled back Ďyouíre not OLD Linda, youíre too COOL to know it Ė itís Justin Timberlakeí. I must admit to being a bit chuffed to have a young woman in her mid-twenties tell me Iím cool. It boosted my flagging spirits no end.
As for Justin Ė you can keep him, Iíll stick with OtisÖÖÖ