Bless you all. Don't want to turn this wonderful thread into my own personal therapy session but I will urge you all to not hold back words of love and appreciation to your parents. Try not to hold back on discussing any issues which still cause an 'ouch' either.
I wish, how I wish that I had said what I needed to say. If I can help anybody else to avoid this, then some good has come.
Donana - Can you recommend an alternative to Prosecco? I also love Italian Eau De Vie (sorry for not knowing Italian name of equivalent) liqueurs and digestifs such as Frangelico and of course, Limoncello. Any suggestions for some more unusual flavours?
We recently bought (and swiftly imbibed) a bottle of Saint Germain Elderflower Liqueur. It is divine- I imagine it as what Fairy folk might drink in the hedgerows,
. Anything similar would be appreciated.
Marsha your Pa sounds great too-bright colours look especially stylish against a shock of white or silver hair.
I have photo's taken at Heathrow in 1970 just before we boarded the BOAC plane taking us to our ex pat life in Central America. My mother is wearing a belted Gabardine raincoat exposing a great deal of thigh. She has her hair up in a modified beehive and on her feet are a pair of 'Belle De Jour' style flat buckled pumps. She was and looked so young. Dad wore his Mod overcoat with narrow 'drainpipe' pants exposing a little ankle. They were so sharply tapered, those pants and I'd love a pair just like them. I cannot find the 'exact' cut.
Hopefully I deserved what you said. Thanks for the kindness in your last post.
Mint - Perfume is so evocative isn't it? Some scents haunt me in both good and bad ways. Bonnie Bell skin cleanser's scent takes me straight back to wiping off my make up in the park on my way home because I wasn't allowed to wear any until sixteen and nail polish never. Not until I left home!
Open a bottle of any Hawaiian Tropic product and I'm transported to the cement terraces of our local Lido, the triangles of my terrycloth bikini top pulled apart as much as I dared, exposing nothing more than a flat hand span of chest.
Anais Anais, Joven Musk Oil and Charlie were the scents of the school changing rooms. It seems like I can actuallytaste them still so liberally were these perfumes sprayed in the air - we were told by 'Jackie' and 'My Guy' magazines to spray then walk through the cloud of scent.