#winter thoughts

It’s a marvellously peculiar liberty— unbuttoning my shirt and everything delightfully unrestrained, gravity and giggles working in perfect cahoots. I can practically hear the onlooker’s mind whirring away: a dash of astonishment, perhaps a tickle of intrigue, possibly even a pinch of envy for this gleefully unruly, unapologetically bonkers moment. I mean you're getting a jolly good eyeful of my titties! Honestly, there’s something quite scrumptious about simply letting go, baring all, and leaving the rest to speculation—each line and shimmer a chapter in my own splendidly eccentric story.

My trusty old cardigan—a faithful, woolly companion through decades of winters. Once, it existed merely to swaddle me in bookish comfort, a sort of shield against draughty corridors and the sneaky chill that finds you in your favourite reading nook. These days, though, it’s moonlighting as my only garment in the sorts of photoshoots that would have scandalised my younger self. Who would have guessed my beloved cardigan would end up starring in cyberspace’s latest spectacle?

It never fails to amaze me how, at 64 years old, that today’s inbox included a message from a stranger informing me —in no uncertain terms—that he’s quite the fan of my curvy body, enigmatic smile, and confidence, and apparently has… 'celebrated' this admiration repeatedly. Which is far more revealing than anything I would have ever once expected to read over my morning tea! The world is full of surprises, and now my photos are just a click away for anyone and everyone. Funny to think my place in society now involves giving people a reason to get excited… and, remarkably, I’m learning to take it all in my stride. Xx

Visiting the local library during a freezing January? Find a discreet corner, shed that massive winter jumper, and bask in the glow of literary enlightenment. There’s nothing like reading a classic novel with just your socks on for moral support. Just keep an eye out for roving librarians wielding stern looks and shushing fingers!