Monday, July 13

postcard #6...


dearest readers,
we have come to the end of my 'postal' moments. i would like to think they have brightened up your cyber doormats in some small way... or perhaps helped with lining a guinea pig's cage or two.


i have said my goodbyes to the lovely sea as i will be traveling inland to the 'big smoke' in a day or so, to visit with Debbie and Miss Lola before heading back across the pond to Mossy Shed.

in the meantime, i have noted in the past few days the elastic in my slip has given up 'the ghost'.
short of safety pinning it to my undies i am at a loss of what to do. when i leave my parents nest i fear for my 'modesty' and my 'safety'...

i may have to venture into the world tomorrow morning without a slip on. (gasp, shock, horror) my slip is like a security blanket, without it every man and his dog would be able to 'see me' through the skinny summer dresses i have been wearing of late.
this would not be a good thing, in fact it may be a 'huge cause of concern' for any person who happens to be walking behind me along the high street. but i cannot give up my 'security blanket' and so i have decided to continue to wear my slip but walk with my arms wrapped tightly around my waist thus keeping a firm grip on my slip, until i reach Debbie.
i will then leave it up to her to advise me on the best thing to do about the situation that has presented it's self on my last week of 'old blighty' visiting.

after all she sorted my 'undies issue' quite nicely back in February and in nearly 30 years of knowing her, she has always had a 'solution of the utmost' kind. i do feel my 'non elasticated' slip may be pushing it a bit but if she reads this today then it gives her several days to 'ponder' the problem before i arrive on her doorstep, with bulging suitcases in hand, our #2 by my side and chances are, my slip around my ankles...

she has enjoyed penning her postcards to such lovely recipients and bids you a fond farewell until Tuesday 21st July~ Tif
footy note: just to mention this picture of the lovely coastline in south devon was 'thee one' taken by our #3 with one 'numb' hand from stinging nettles. i think you will agree with me that he well and truly deserves the title of 'photographer extroidnaire to Tif'. in fact i am wondering if i will ever allow him to leave home :)

10 comments:

tiffanyandink said...

I just discovered you via sfgirlbybay. I enjoyed looking at the pictures of your home. I love your work too.

I live East of Seattle as well and my husband is English, doing most of his growing up in the Malvern area, and I'm American.

When I read you loved going to the Fremont Market I was saying to myself, "Me too!". I go with my husband and feel like I drag him around sometimes, but he puts up with it. You have a good eye for vintage finds and I wish I had a better eye for it.

I'm enjoying your postcards of your trip. Thanks for sharing!

Gigi said...

Have so enjoyed being an armchair traveler on your trip home.
And I love the way your slip peeks out from under your skirt and thought it was like that on purpose -- made me dig through my scary closets looking for old slips I could wear too. Of course, you don't want it sliding all the way off -- seems I remember an event like that once (or more) in my life ;-)? Oh, that reminds me of that really funny scene in an old movie w/ Lucille Ball & Henry Fonda where they're in the bar on their first date and her fake eyelash falls in her drink then her slip falls off LOL. Okay, sorry, rambling down a bunny trail there.
Safe trip & blessings to you,
G

Gigi said...

Just remebered the name of the movie, "Yours, Mine & Ours" -- classic!
G

Rubyred said...

Really enjoyed the postcards Tif! Have a safe trip home!
Rachel x

Tania said...

I'm sorry, but there is no question - Number Three is a born photographer.

Michelle said...

Oh Tif I can't believe your postcard journey is coming to an end...
I have enjoyed it no end...

but I can't wait to see you back safe at "mossy Shed" with all your new projects ready to go...

and waiting with baited breath on what will be a extraordinary new chapter for "Dottie"...

Tracy x said...

i would keep him by any means if i was you.....
a good photographer is very hard to find :)
ahhh - i have so enjoyed your postcards - my blog doormat has never had such fine reading and glorious photographs....
be safe in the big smoke with your wayward slip - i shall not worry, no fear, as i can rest assured you have your dear friend by your side and she seems like such a gentle and sensible sort....
travel across the sea safely and we shall catch up when you are back in your shed x
much love to you
t x

eeekkkk - nearly Olive time :)

~ Junkyard jennifer said...

I'm enjoying your postcards. And, your son definitely has a knack for photography. Great shot!

Enjoy the rest of your vacation and safe travels home!

~ Jennifer

emma lamb said...

i think miss debbie needs a new title ~ 'saviour of one dottieangel's under garments' ~ although it may not be one she wants to brag about!!!

btw, thank you very much for speaking out on behalf of all that is 'granny chic'... i too think they don't have a clue!

and it has been ever so lovely reading your postcards and swooning over your thrifty finds ;) have a wonderful time in the city my dear... :)

your pot holdering cyber buddy!
emma
x

Kitschen Pink said...

At the school I attended the girls would whisper to you "charlie's dead" which meant that your slip was showing.... I have always been at a total loss as to who Charlie might have been and what his death has to do with my petticoat. Any ideas? t.xx