Ode to my Grandmummy

I love vintage photographs as much as the next person. Maybe even more.

So what better occasion to share a few of my favourites, than today - the day we celebrate the :: DIAMOND :: birthday of a very special woman. My grandmummy.

To my grandmum (and only my grandmum) I am known as Lissie LuLu. And her words of wisdom have guided me through the years...

When I worked on a sewing project and jumped a stitch or accidentally clipped a hole in the fabric, she would quickly clap her hands over my mistake as if to make it disappear and, with a twinkle in her eye, whispered loudly "Only you, God, and the spiders will know."

And whenever I was headed out the door and just snagged my nylons or chipped a nail or, God forbid, couldn't quite get the zipper to zip all the way on my brand new dress, she'd make a quick sound of surprised glee, pop her eyes open wide, and sing "Smile big and walk fast." As if I could charm anyone out of noticing my disaster.

She taught me to laugh. She taught me to play. But most of all, she taught me to never fuss over things that don't quite seem to go my way.

A spirited woman indeed! She melts the heart of everyone she meets, if not with her excitable-quip-of-a-laughter then certainly with her witty charm and better-than-heaven cake (she serves the censored version of this truly tantalizing desert - with a wink of course).