Expressing myself for the WPC

“Be yourself – not your idea of what you think someone else’s idea of yourself should be. “ ~ Henry David Thoreau

This week, Krista challenges us to show what “express yourself” means to us.

I enjoy expressing myself with my piano music, although nowadays I don’t play nearly as often as I used to.

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My eyes often express what I’m feeling, like in this photo of hubby and happy me.


I love to express my joy at being granny to my adorable grandkids.


I adore travel, but as clothes are part of my way of expressing my individuality, I don’t tend to travel light.


Taking every opportunity for a bit of fun that comes along, ensures that I have a great time wherever I find myself.



I’m also not averse to expressing my ‘No Fear’ with a bit of up in the air riskiness, as long as I know I’ll be coming back down to terra firma afterwards.


Pretty shoes are important to me, but on the odd occasion, I don’t mind expressing my sense of adventure in really ugly wellies.


So, how do you express yourself, or what photos do you have of of someone else expressing themselves? You can join the challenge by clicking this lovely badge created by ‘firstandfabulous’ Gemma.





WPC ‘Achievement’: There’s a first time for everything.

This week’s Weekly Photo Challenge, ‘Achievement’ had me racking my brain for something really impressive to tell you all. I suppose there have been a few times in my life when I’ve had a sense of achievement, like the one time when I actually got up the courage to go water-skiing, even though I couldn’t swim and was absolutely terrified. I skidded along on my haunches most of the way, but at least I was able to cross it off my Bucket List. My little jaunt up into the air attached to a parasail in Phuket, some of you have seen before, but it does bear repeating here, as I will probably never do it again.


I have enjoyed doing gym for quite a few years now, and last week, signed up for the Sunday ‘Boot Camp’ class. I haven’t done such vigorous non-stop exercise for a couple of years, since hubby and I used to attend ‘Cruel Neil’s’ aerobics class at our gym in South Africa. I will never forget the agony, as we hapless victims bent, stretched, reached for the sky, touched toes, did countless push ups, tummy crunches, and weights, whilst Neil’s strident voice kept urging us to ‘Keep going, keep going. One more set…….five, four, three, two, one, relax,” but only for a split second, before we were on to the next tortuous exercise. This went on for a whole hour, and I would keep looking at the clock, thinking. “What am I doing here? Let me rather die NOW!”


Balancing stork-like on one leg and then the other for a minute each side, always signalled the blissful end of the hour of torture. I can still do this, which I suppose is quite an achievement for a granny. Shortly after joining our gym here in Florida, I was selected to be ‘Gym member of the month’, which I guess does count as an achievement. Although I was sweating streams by the end of the Boot Camp class, the female instructor wasn’t anywhere near as cruel as the dreaded Neil, so hubby and I are definitely going to become regulars there.


After showing you my sister’s fantastic painting achievements last week, I asked the question,” I wonder how many of us have hidden talents which will never be used? It’s certainly food for thought, isn’t it?” Well, I decided to ‘put my money where my mouth is’, and signed up for a weekly art class. My first lesson was yesterday. It took me ages to work up the courage to put the first splodge of paint on my pristine white canvas, but once I got going, I quite enjoyed myself. This is just the beginning, but in six weeks’ time, I’m hoping it will look presentable enough, at least to hang in my closet. I’m sure you’re not at all surprised that I chose to paint a lighthouse. 🙂


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