#lady bee

Tumblr, darlings—let’s tip our (metaphorical) hats to my favourite summer stunner: a scene-stealing wide-brimmed cocoa-brown straw number, discovered at the 2019 village fayre between homemade jam and the WI tombola. Its softly structured crown, banded with a striped ribbon — muted gold, cream, taupe— finished with a vintagey buckle, positively whispers Riviera glamour and English country garden chic. I’ve paired it with linen culottes for the flower show, a floaty frock for choir rehearsals, and many times, most memorably, with nothing but a bold grin and SPF 30 for my blog. At 65, is parading about in just a hat wisdom or folly? Depends on your view of sunburn and scandal, I suppose. Let’s call it living deliciously on the edge of the parish newsletter.

Where Did I Get That

Sunhat, nothing else —

village green, scandalous grins,

laughter under brims.

Who says glamour has an age?

Joy’s best worn with nothing on.

Lady Bee

How is the summer vanishing so fast, scorching garden and all? I blink and suddenly we’re at the end of July, my sunhat tossed aside, and here I am—still baring all at 65. I once thought I was ancient doing this malarkey at 49, gingerly unclasping my bra for the camera, convinced my best bits were already heading south. Now, I marvel at wrinkles multiplying in places even the mirror can’t find, and the mysterious, quiet surrender of parts no one mentioned in biology. Who knew HD photography would be quite so, well, revealing? Yet I wouldn’t trade this wild caper for any lost summer — there’s sheer delight in filming the journey, wobbles and all. Here’s to laughing at gravity and outpacing the calendar! And if it moves you at all (you know what I mean)... then go ahead, be my guest, enjoy!

Haiku: Age in Bloom

Soft petals wrinkle,

summer’s flash bare and daring—

camera catches joy.

I've been simply sizzling in the garden — grass toasted, roses wilting, and girls in summer clothes breezing past with the kind of confidence I’d only dreamed of at their age. Now, at 65, I take my kit off with a wink and a shrug; it’s liberating, hilarious, and sometimes a bit drafty. Who knew I’d be running my own OnlyFans page instead of pruning just bushes and singing in the choir in my retirement? Pruning body hair is another summer ritual: each snip and trim reminds me that boldness outlasts the tan lines. The journey from bashful to Bee has been as unpredictable as the weather — each summer holds a memory, from ice lolly stains to secret sunbathing, and now, to baring all for both beauty and mischief. When did my nipples get so pointy? No-one told me THAT would happen in old age. And I'm sure my 'flaps' hang lower than ever before. But people do seem to like them. Here’s to finding joy in the most unexpected places.

The Unexpected

Wisdom gleams, bare skin—

bushes trimmed, laughter unfurls,

sun burns old regrets.

At sixty-five, I blossom—

petals and past boldly shown.

Lady Bee

Out and about in the bone dry garden today — grass crackling underfoot, marigolds drooping like me after a particularly wild Saturday (distant memory though that is). I’m armed with a watering can and the urge to bare all (well, nearly) for a rain dance. If flashing the neighbours gets me a shower, so be it — my begonias are begging for moisture and the lawn’s about as brown as my last attempt at baking. Should I go full Monty for the sake of the hydrangeas? Someone fetch the hose and a pair of sunglasses, please!

Tanka: Dry Spell, Bare All

Parched garden, bold skin—

daring limbs plead for rainfall,

summer thirst revealed.

Lady Bee twirls, cheek on show—

will clouds blush and rain below?

Front view, back view— one Lady Bee, two perspectives and a garden in full swing. Can you believe it’s 20 July already? The school summer holidays have just begun, the scent of sun cream and half-eaten ice lollies wafting through the air. Only six weeks left before we wave goodbye to the summer, and I’m juggling thongs, rogue socks, and the relentless kettle like a seasoned circus act. Today’s snapshots: me, embracing the curves amongst the leaves. It’s everyday magic — sunny, cheeky and a tad rebellious, just as Bee likes it. The countdown is on, but so is the fun!

Tanka, 20 July 2026

Heat ripples, bright skin—

sunshine teases, socks rebel,

summer ticking down.

Lady Bee laughs, but beware—

even roses can sting.

There’s something quietly revealing about the way the morning light slices this picture in two, spilling across the bed and draping the bottom half of me in pure, golden warmth while the rest stays folded in gentle shade. Lying back, bare but for the touch of sunshine, I catch myself in the lens just as I am — thoughtful, unguarded, my face set in that familiar mix of pondering and slightly reserved. I recognise that version of me. It's one of my favourite Lady Bee captures, not for anything risqué, but because it’s unflinchingly honest; a half-lit confession that the world rarely gets to see. The sunshine finds the bits of me usually hidden under trousers and panties (and it's one of those occasions where my pubic hair is almost shaved bare, which I find a little shocking), while the shade offers some sort of thin veil, albeit a nipple escaping. There’s the gentle hum of the washing machine in the next room, the faint tang of lemon polish from yesterday’s half-hearted dusting, and the soft creak of the mattress as I shift my legs, sun-warmed and free in a way that’s usually reserved for dreams or quiet morning reveries.

Half in Shadow, Half in Bloom

Between sun and shade

skin remembers unspoken

truths — soft, unshelled, bright.

Daylight sketches my secrets:

bold, blooming, not yet revealed.

Lady Bee

June’s arrived, and so has the rain—my hair’s a frizzy halo as I queue at the post office, pondering whether a Lady Bee digital book, complete with cheeky photographs, would cause a stir. At 65, undressing for a living feels less scandalous than sharing a smile with the clerk (who’s definitely seen it all, yet, not all of me!). My curves and elderly bosom lead the way, navigating puddles and small-town gossip with equal style. Life’s a patchwork of soggy socks, half-baked dreams, and the thrill of being unapologetically myself, come drizzle or digital publication.

Out in the Drizzle

curves and dreams collide,

Elderly bosom, bold and bona fide.

Queue shuffles forward, ideas take root,

Sketches of Lady Bee, sparkling and cute.

Age and rain—neither dampen my glee;

Life’s undressed joy, front of the queue—just me.

Lady Bee

Hello there! You might not know that I took the plunge and started an OnlyFans page... imagine that! I'm 65 years old now and it was something I could never ever imagined of doing when I was younger. But, here we! So if you've at a loose end, do come over and see much, much more of me. I do show you everything, with a smile, as you'd expect. It'd be lovely to see you there! Lady Bee xX