There have been a couple of photo challenges recently I thought I might participate in, but suddenly it has been Friday again and a new challenge is posted.
The current challenge, New, is not one I thought I’d be contributing to. But behind the fading elegance of a rather splendid bunch of Christmas flowers, my Christmas cactus has come into timely bloom.
Pretty against the copper planter, it is a bright spot on a dull weekend.
We have been having dull days alternating with bright days, and today should have been bright. But it wasn’t. I couldn’t even see the Shard from my windows when I got up this morning. Moreover, it was cold. Two pairs of gloves and a beret cold, which on my rating means proper winter. Mind, I discarded the beret midway through the afternoon, so maybe we still have more degrees to drop before our coldest days.
I also saw these shoes.
Parked neatly on top of a wall, the heels showed no signs of wear, and the maker’s name was clearly visible inside. But there is a scuff, quite a deep one, on the right shoe, and that combined with the vertiginous heels make me think their owner felt she had suffered enough in their wearing, and left them for a hardier soul with a better head for heights.
They weren’t my size, but I shouldn’t have been tempted even if they were. They look like torture instruments to me.
Give me my lace ups any day.