White Haired Woman

I don’t have favourite emojis – what a silly question to ask an 81 year old woman! There are a few that I use like the smiley one 😄, the I’m sick one🤮, the blue heart💙, the two laughing and crying at the same time ones 😂🤣, the little girl with her hand up 🙋‍♀️, and sometimes I search to see if I can find an appropriate one but don’t always succeed.,

The problem is, I believe, my age. I spend a LOT of time online every day, unlike some old people I know, but the emojis are hardly ever mentioned and new ones appear with no explanation. The meanings of the ones above that I use a lot are self-evident, I believe – but I could be wrong. There should be a book I can buy or an app I could use that I can look up a meaning and will be shown the correct emoji or a list of all the emojis with explanations (which would be more difficult to use as a dictionary.)

Thinking about what I’ve just been writing ——— why bother to use emojis in a line of writing? I mostly use them as a comment on a tweet on the newly-named X. (What are the messages called now?)

Oh, yes, I’ve just remembered. I do like the one like me when I’m thinking about emojis – 🥺 – or is it?

I’d love to answer that I’d be studying archaeology at university and taking part annually in digs in England or Europe.

I’d love to answer that I will be a celebrated abstract artist, opening at a gallery in London and another in Paris.

I’d love to answer that I’d be looking after Chloe’s children and dogs.

I’d love to answer that I’ll be alive and sitting in my conservatory, reading the newspaper and listening to Mozart and Rachmaninov.

But, let’s be honest. In ten years, almost to the day, I’ll be 91 years old!

I would love to go to auctions to buy stuff that I wanted to try to sell. This would necessitate money, of course, and I do like to eat occasionally and that takes money, as well, but, if I were independently wealthy, I would go to every auction I could get to, just to see if they had anything I wanted.

Sothebys, Christie’s and Bonhams tend to have wonderful and expensive items for sale but local auctions, often have really nice items for sale that aren’t expensive and can make good profits, if you bid enough to be the successful bidder.

Back when I had my shop, I would go to a general auction in Maidstone every Thursday morning. Sometimes I couldn’t find anything worth waiting around for and others times I would find things I really wanted. There is a lot of standing around and waiting at auctions – one reason many of them also have some sort of cooked food outlet on the premises. I had many an egg on toast at Maidstone auctions! But, you don’t have to stick around if you have somewhere you must be.

Many general auctioneers produce catalogues – usually in typed list form – and you can look through the lists, ring the auctioneer if you have questions, and leave a ‘commission bid’ with them if you want. Then, after the auction, you can ring up to find out if your bid was successful and either go back or pay via bank transfer and arrange collection or delivery, if necessary.The cost of the item(s) you buy includes the auctioneers buyer’s commission, any VAT necessary and delivery charges, where applicable.

At the start of my buying and selling career I always went to auctions and mostly stood around, waiting for the lots to come up. My weeks often included 2 or 3 auctions. On Thursdays I’d be in Maidstone, on Saturdays I’d be in Chatham where there was a weekly auction and on Mondays I could often be found in Lewes where there was a weekly general auction held by a well-known auctioneer to get rid of the less-valuable items that must accumulate rapidly if you also do house clearances.

I must admit, I would love to have done house clearances in my early buying and selling days. Those of you who have read some of my earlier posts will know of my interest in linens, buttons and sewing-associated tools. Buttons often were chucked out by house clearers as having too little value but I loved buying buttons, sorting them, pricing them and reading about them. Many children are given a box of buttons to sort and play with by their mums and grans but mine didn’t have button boxes😩 so I went through the button-box stage in my 50’s!

When we closed the shop, retired and moved to the seaside, there wasn’t much point in going to auctions and there weren’t many around here, anyway. But, I had my old game and jigsaw website and had to replenish my supplies, somehow!

There are several sites on the internet which advertise auctions around the country – and even around Europe. I knew of three such sites and spent loads of time daily, looking for the items I wanted. I was able to buy some superb old games, many of which I couldn’t bear to part with! I also was able, occasionally, to find wonderful old jigsaws. I spent hours putting the puzzles together and photographing them. Sometimes there were several pieces missing and I taught myself how to remake and paint missing bits. If a puzzle was missing too many pieces, I kept it – though I love a complete puzzle, those with missing pieces are lovely, too, and just as satisfactory to put together.

One further thing about old wooden jigsaws:- most come in anonymous boxes with no photo. The late 19th and early 20th century jigsaw makers didn’t keep a catalogue of their puzzles and most didn’t put their names on boxes. I have a feeling that many of the jigsaws that passed through my hands were one-offs, made using old advertising posters. Among the loveliest anonymous puzzles are a collection of Pear’s Soap adverts.

There came a time when old wooden jigsaws became too expensive for me to buy and make a profit. That’s when I closed my previously very successful website and retired.

So, to answer the question posed by the prompt, I would buy old wooden jigsaws and spend hours putting them together if the question had added that I would have an unending supply of money with which to purchase said puzzles.

Below are a few of my favourites. Some I have sold, some I still have.

Nope. You’ve never read that as the headline about any sport, anywhere. As a short-legged, big-hipped young girl I realised no sport was calling out for my participation and lost interest, fast.

The truth is, I have watched a tennis game here and there; I’ve watched one or two wrestling matches; I sat through a few baseball games when I lived in Cincinnati; I think I watched a British soccer game in 1968; I once went to the filming of a figure-skating competition – and walked out after the fourth time the filming was stopped because a skater fell over yet again.

If I’m in front of a tv that’s on and it’s showing cycling in a velodrome or ice skaters in a skating race (the one where one arm seems to be attached to the skater’s back while he swings the other, all the time bending forward), I might stop and watch for a moment.

I definitely don’t like to watch horses jumping over obstacles, either in a race or in show jumping and dressage seems to be a wee bit mad – what with the horse stepping sideways or curtseying. Such unhorsey behaviour!

I do, though, quite like watching dogs running around an obstacle course with their owners running as well……one sees some well-behaved dogs and occasionally a silly dog, doing a bit of comedy for laughs.

I’ve written about this before but not in answer to today’s prompt. I wish I had an ‘inner eye’ like most of you out there have.

It may be that you have never thought about your inner eye, or it may be that you didn’t realise that most people have real pictures in their heads.

I didn’t find out that I am different until I was in my fifties (a long time ago, now.) It was at a party and somehow it came about that I found out that I was the only person there that couldn’t see pictures in my head. This state of affairs was not only a revelation to me but, the fact that not everybody has pictures in their head, was a revelation to everyone else because they all did have pictures in their heads.

My sister, Judy, used to get into trouble at primary school, all the time. When I asked her why she didn’t pay attention in class, she told me that she had on-going day dreams which were much more interesting than whatever was happening in the classroom. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t have a day dream at all! Many years passed………

I had more pointers that my mind wasn’t quite the same as others’ when I was with a group of people trying to meditate. The leader said, “Close your eyes and picture a rose bud. Now imagine it slowly opening.” I can imagine all sorts of things – but not in pictures. My imagination depends on words. I found the exercise very difficult but it didn’t click that I was missing something.

Then there was the day i was talking to two schoolgirls outside school. I don’t remember why, but I said something about the words in their heads. They both looked at me as if I were crazy while I thought that they were definitely lacking something.

Thankfully, my wondering had an answer at that house in Kent, during that party. I found this lack very interesting and almost everyone I came across I would ask, “Do you have pictures in your head?” Most people looked at me as though I was asking something really strange and, almost everyone would say that they had, of course. But, I did find a few people who didn’t and I realised that I wasn’t alone!

Now, we hop to sometime in the 21st century. One day I picked up a newspaper and there was an article about something called Aphantasia. I read it and got more and more excited because I found that not only was I not the only person who didn’t have pictures in their head but that there were studies about the condition and possibly as many as 3% of people seemed to have it!

They don’t know why it occurs but I think it must be genetic as my half brother has it as well as my grand daughter. And, completely unrelated to me, my neighbour has recently told me she has it, too. It may turn out that there are lots more than 3% and that many people just don’t realise they are different!

No, I haven’t watched BBT 5 times, but I have watched it through, from the beginning to the end, twice. Indeed, I have never watched a tv programme nor a film more than twice. I have yet to find something that I just have to see again and again.

Unlike me, my sister Judy, did find several films that she would watch time after time. I think it was because of the male leads. Judy seemed to fall in love with some of the men she saw on screen or perhaps the people they were portraying. I know that she saw Lawrence of Arabia at least 7 times and spent a lot of time studying Lawrence by reading Seven Pillars of Wisdom and anything she could find about his life. She also made a pilgrimage to his old home. Of course, she also thought that Peter O’Toole was wonderful!

Another film she watched time and time again was The Greatest Story Ever Told, starring a Swedish film actor called Max von Sydow. But, the film that she loved, above all others was, High Noon with Gary Cooper. I don’t know if she ever saw it at the cinema but it was on tv quite often. In fact, thinking about it, I may have seen it five times or more simply because it was what was on the tv when I was in the same room!

In my old age I have been lucky enough to have a tv that I watch while Julian watches the one in the lounge. Our taste in programmes is completely different. Julian loves watching non-fiction, true life adventures (ie Naked and Afraid and Ice Road Truckers) while I love watching fiction, mainly crime series like Morse, Endeavour and Lewis – I watched all three series last year and realised that there were many episodes I hadn’t seen before or, if I had seen them before, they were so unmemorable that it didn’t feel like I was watching them for a second time.

I also watched Sex Education which transported me back to my youth and later, Heartstopper. Both are set in present day British high schools and tell stories of young people growing up in a society that is far removed from my own experiences but they are going through things that I think all young people have gone through in one way or another – falling in ‘love’, being spurned, being or not being ‘popular’, feeling different from the others. When I saw that Ncute Gatwa will be playing Dr Who, I was as happy as if I were his mother! And, I suppose that’s how I feel about each of the young people in those programmes.

At different times in my life I have loved watching the ‘soaps‘. I went through a few years of East Enders, more than a few of Coronation Street and even more of Emmerdale. One by one I have given them up. Until a couple of years ago I watched Holby City and I have been watching Doctors for about12 years. Holby was removed by the Beeb and now they are taking Doctors. Soon, I won’t be watching anything on the BBC or on tv at all. I shall only do streaming.

There are loads of things I haven’t watched yet. On Channel 4 there are many programmes under the heading of Walter Presents. I have watched quite a few of those already. The Red Door is really good as is Astrid:Murder in Paris. I might bring myself to watch one or other all the way through again in a year or two!

Right now I am going to sign off. The dog is fed up waiting for me to stop typing and get my coat on as it is ‘walkies’ time. Then, it will be supper followed by streaming of some programme or other.

Until the next time, good watching!

If I manage to live around another 20 years, and I reach 100, what will life be like? My life will necessarily be even quieter and slower than it is now. Those around me will be gone or will definitely be 20 years older than they are now. Life for the rest of humanity will be different, too.

If Climate Change has cut Thanet off from the rest of the UK, I might still live here or I might have tried to move closer to Veronica – who will be almost 80 by then – or closer to Chloe who will be around 50. It would be nice if they lived near enough to visit me occasionally! Maybe I’ll have a jet propelled wheelchair that will take me where I want to go or, even better, maybe someone will have worked out the way to teleport (safely, of course!) As many people already know, I don’t like travel but I do like to go to other places.

You will have seen, I suppose, that this isn’t really a letter to myself at 100 – I will already know what has happened between now and then in my life, so this is a letter wondering if what I think might happen, has happened. This post is all getting very confusing, so I think I’ll stop and sign my letter!

Love, Me (at the age of almost 81) xxx

The title contains a group of words we tend to use when, for some reason, something happens in our life that is inexplicable.

I can think of several times things have happened in my life that might not have happened if……..

It was a Sunday before a May Bank Holiday in 2018. Julian and I had planned to go to the Dogs Trust in Chestfield. Our lovely Rosie had died over a year earlier and we thought it was about time to look for another. But, Julian was out somewhere and didn’t get home in time so we went the next day.

We walked into the centre, marvelling at how it had changed since 2005 when we had picked up our Rosie. The kennels had been outside then but now the dogs were visible from inside along the two side walls. We walked up one side and down the other but didn’t find what we were looking for, namely a smaller dog who would be easier to walk.

I had had to give up walking Rosie as she was hostile to other dogs and would try to attack them before they could attack her, (though, of course, most dogs wouldn’t have. She had had a difficult life, living on the streets of a city in northern England and had learned to fight first.). My days of walking Rosie ended the day she spotted a woman walking two dogs on the other side of the road before I did. One second I was walking Rosie, the next I was flat on my face on the pavement and Rosie was trying her best to scare away the two dogs. Luckily, the woman with the two dogs took control immediately, grabbing Rosie’s lead and separating them.

We had gone to training classes with Rosie, we had met with more than one dog psychologist but no one had been able to help us with her dislike of other dogs. So, Julian became the dog walker in our house from then on.

Back to the Bank Holiday Monday. Discouraged, Julian suggested we go home and come back in several weeks but I thought it would be worth sitting down and filling in the form about what we were looking for in a dog. As we sat there, talking about how to answer this or that question, Julian looked up and saw a man coming through the door with a little dog and said to me, “That dog has a really small head!”

I turned and looked at the little dog and agreed and went back to the paperwork. A while later I took the question sheet to the desk and a young woman said she would come and talk to us in a few moments.

Sure enough, she came and sat down at the table. We talked about why we wanted a smaller dog. Julian told her he wanted a Jack Russell because he knew a man with one and that he took his dog out painting with him and that the dog was very obedient while the man painted.

Just before we left, the young woman said, “ We do have a small dog here in the office. She was being picked up by a man who wanted her but he decided not to have her after all. She’ll be going back to her foster place later. Perhaps you’s like to see her?”

We both agreed that we would like to see her. Lo and behold, she was the dog with the little head. A week later, after theDogs Trust had made sure our garden and house were safe, we drove back to the Dogs Trust and collected our little Lola.

The reason I’m telling this story here is that if we had gone there as planned, on the Sunday, we wouldn’t have seen her – she’d be at the foster carer’s. If we had gone any other day that week, she’d also be at her foster carer’s. Was it Fate that the three of us were there at the right time? Who cares! She may be small but she’s a big part of our family – and I can walk her without falling on my face!

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When I worked I was, at various times, a typist, a teacher and an antiques and collectibles dealer. The typing paid enough to feed us; the teaching paid much better and the holidays were great; the one I loved, though, was the antique dealer though all it seemed to buy was more antiques! This last was my favourite job.

(When I use the word ‘antiques’ I am referring to items dating from the 18th and 19th centuries and ‘collectibles’ are small items from the first half of the 20th century.)

A dealer in antiques and/or collectibles does a whole range of things in any one week. I think my favourite bit of my favourite job was going to auctions and finding something that I loved – buttons, linens, small boxes, old games and jigsaw puzzles of the late 19th and early 20th century.

When I first started, it was the linens, small sewing tools and buttons. I had a one room ‘shop’ in a craft centre where I displayed the wares that I had found, usually in auctions but sometimes privately. I had a little advert, which was a picture of a little girl sitting on a cushion doing embroidery and the name “In My Lady’s Chamber” which I put in local publications. I remember that my large mother of pearl buttons were very popular as well as the tablecloths with crocheted lace edges and pulled thread work. One time, at an auction, I bought a large quantity of lace edgings, many of which were hand-made. I sold almost every one of those wonderful pieces of art in the first few weeks!

Something else I bought (and wish I had never sold) was a ‘hussif’. Hussif is a form of the word ‘housewife’ and was a basic sewing kit and the one I’m remembering was so gorgeous! Sadly I don’t have a photo of it, having sold it the week after I bought it but I remember that it was about 30 cms across and maybe 60 cms long. When it was rolled up, it ended up being 30 cms long. It was a beautiful blue colour and had spaces for needles and scissors, ribbons and hooks. (If you read my past post about Aphantasia, you will see that I can’t ‘see’ pictures in my head so cannot describe things accurately if they’re not in front of me. But I can remember details like colour and, more importantly, how I felt about an item).

As time went by I discovered more and more items I wanted to buy and sell and Julian and I opened a shop where he worked at re upholstery and furniture restoration and sold chairs, chaise longues, cabinets, tables etc and I sold ‘smalls’ (antiques and collectibles that aren’t big pieces of furniture.)

We worked hard in that shop but after seven years we realised that people weren’t bothering about reupholstering a sad settee or fixing a damaged table; they were getting rid of their tired furniture and buying modern. The same thing was happening with smalls. Minimalism was the keyword. So we sold our shop, had a quick sale of anything we didn’t want and moved to the seaside – but not before I discovered old wooden jigsaw puzzles and Victorian wooden games and toys.

Without a shop, I couldn’t carry on buying without a way to sell. So, I opened my very own web shop and, for the next nine years I bought at auction (mostly via the internet) and sold games and old wooden jigsaws. You will find several old posts about the jigsaws with lots of photos; there are also a couple about buttons and other small items.

I think that one of the biggest reasons I loved my work was because I learned something new every day : how to tell a Mauchlineware box from a German box; how to do an old jigsaw whose edges aren’t straight or which don’t have ‘pegs’ and ‘slots’ or which are colour-cut which means that you won’t be able to find adjoining pieces because of colour; or the difference between ‘pottery’ and ‘porcelain’.