Foam, bubbles, froth
Soap and water
Float on water
Sploshing
Splishing
Splashing
Soft to the skin
Bathing
Washing
Suds for cleaning
Where would we be
Without them?
Bubbles
Tag: Description
Short, chubby, grey hair,
How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?
Yes, this is me
Getting on
Getting older
My mind thinks I’m 25
Not 40 years older!
How to describe?
Straggly grey hair
A blob of a nose
Thin lips
A prominent chin
Not many wrinkles
Small eyes
Usually behind glasses…
Short
Lumpy and dumpy
Worn out
Thoughtful.
Short, older middle aged, tired
How would you describe yourself to someone?
Oh and an artist, a singer, enthusiastic about caring for people. Thoughtful, enjoys science, and thrillers, and fantasy, and sci-fi. Cat lover, cat mother. Not too well, but surviving. I don’t know when to relent and let myself rest. I’m stubborn, if I have a strong opinion and I will try and get my point across.
Physically I don’t think I’m as well as I could be but I do try and look after myself. It’s sometimes difficult to cope but I manage.
Four leaves
Four leaf clover,
just green and neat.
Splattered with dew or rain
Contrasted against black
How to describe it more?
Thin stem from its centre
Leaves splayed out lobes.
Striped with thin veins
Each curved gently
Upper surface dips downward
Four fan shaped
Instead of the usual three
Lucky?
Memory of the one I found….
Sky
A crystal ball above our heads
A droplet of water magnified
Held to the ground, pulled down,
Curtains draped with fog
Moisture smears the view
Like glasses rinsed and wiped?
The sky’s the thing
Ever changing
Sometimes black, grey, bright.
Rainbows and thunder
Rain and snow, a marvelous show.
Is it a red sky tonight?
How do I feel?
How to describe how I feel at the moment? Cold, boggy, marshy. With a dollop of cat trying to cheer me up. Trying to keep my thirst topped up as a drizzle of germs escape my pores.
The cold is in my house, November is wet and drear now, the snow melting into puddles, possibly around my feet. A muddy, gritty, sloppy mess. My central heating works downstairs, but I can’t sleep in heat so the radiators remain off upstairs. The cats are clothed in fur so are OK. My clothes are warm enough with a brown dressingown to top it off. I need scrooge’s nightcap and a candle to make it perfect.
Hands increasingly wrinkled, my ribs a sheet of ice that crackles under the skin. Stretch too much and it pulls on the margin of the cartilage. I’m feeling my age, and slowly seeing it emerge from my mess of greying hair.
I don’t normally like to be too descriptive, but today I’ve just tried to give it a go.
Mid afternoon
What’s your favorite time of day?
I can’t post a picture because my WiFi is not working. But I can describe mid afternoon. On a sunny day, a gentle breeze. A patchwork of blue sky and fluffy white clouds. There may be a scent of rain after a passing shower. Ideally I would be looking out over a valley with a small stone built village at the bottom next to a stream. In my memory I can see large oak trees, ash trees, beech and weeping willows. There are blue or purple hills in the distance.
Birds are singing. Robins, blackbirds, skylarks. Looking for food for their broods of fledglings. Sounds of running water from the stream and ducks quacking as they glide across the local pond.
The UK can be overwhelmingly green in the spring and summer. Autumn isn’t always as colourful as fall in America. But what it lacks in reds and oranges is made up for with fruit ripening on blackberry bushes, raspberries and the mushrooms snf other fungi in the hedgerows. And I love a quiet winters afternoon with white snow.
The hedgehogs will be sleeping on autumn days, waiting for cool and misty evenings. Life can be calm in these dreamy days. It’s not all wonderful but I’m thinking of an idyllic day.
Short
How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?
It’s like me but not. My friend gave me glorious hair, a wry smile, intelligent eyes. I think I’ve been Vikingized!
In reality, I’m short fattish and hairy. Given to grumpy faces. My forehead is not wrinkled but I have a down turned mouth. And skin? I have enough blemishes such as moles, that I could qualify as a witch! I’d like to shrink further not vertically, but horizontally. My body let’s me down physically, shaking and twisting, uneven and unsteady.
But the outside doesn’t count, it’s what is in your mind that matters.
Grey hair, short and chubby
How would you describe yourself to someone?
I once read a Garfield the cat quote “I’m not overweight I’m undertall” . I think that precisely describes me. I also have greying hair, glasses and I’m a bit shaky.
If I was to meet you how would you describe me? By appearance or by personality? I hope you would find me pleasant and friendly. I think I’m interesting and have definite ideas about the world and how important it is to look after it. I’m not sure if you would like me, but that is your choice. I don’t judge a book by it’s cover and I hope you feel the same way.
Rain again
Water from the sky all day, falling incessantly. Rivulets splashing. Grey sky, rain pouring down, puddles and rushing gutters overflowing. I haven’t been out. Sitting in a warm jumper. I haven’t even opened the curtains! I watched the water running down the window panes in the kitchen, following wriggling lines downwards, drips racing each other to the bottom. Tears from the sky. Such a dark day, concrete coloured clouds and not silver lined. Perfect for ducks! Perhaps it will be better tomorrow?
Mallaband-Brown 