Bonds in adversity

Having things such as injuries or even conditions was with me at least always a part of childhood and especially being at school.

Like for instance I had my arm in a sling for eight weeks after fracturing the upper arm in what could only be described as a moment of total carelessness when coming in from the snow one playtime, I didn't shake the snow of my shoes and check  the soles were dry so I slid and was in agony. Others had say calipers fitted.

One result of this was we looked after each other and in my instance several girls looked after me from lessons to cutting up my food at meal times and this brought us closer together.

Grey curves

This is a more curvy take on the grey dress thing I like that works well with a cardigan and strong boots I could see myself wearing

Snowbusiness!

What's white, comes by the bucketful and if you were to ask me is really rather fun even if it's a pain for the groan ups with all their considerations around getting into work and shopping?
That's right-Snow!
It might be me and my crazy upbringing but I always look forward to the winter for this powder dry reason: Sleighing, building snowman and having snowball fights really is the most fun plus it's easy to track all the animals and birds that visit your garden cos their footprints are so much the more visible.
You can watch birds arrive for feeding too:

See I'm organized,eh? Plus I have heaps of long socks to keep my legs warm.
 Cold also kills of nasty bugs off to which is no bad thing.

I am...Me

I can remember the battles around accepting I could be anything other than an adult female even if I didn't feel exactly I was one as I'd never felt really 'high school'  at high school forever being the Junior, still thinking I was in a Junior school, regressing frequently much to the bemusement of my classmates as understanding as they were of me.
The simple reality of this is  I'm a girl who is NOT an adult who does belong in junior attire, who ought to be able to  play, suck lolipops just like a junior because that's MY headspace and functioning is at.
I belong in a gingham dress, school gymslip or short tails with my Mary Janes on in LittleSpace and have the right to be me.

Full steam ahead

That there steam choo choo - Met Locomotive No. 1 - was a weekend visitor to London's subway systems ("The Underground") 150th anniversary on the Metropolitan and Circle line. Just imagine the smell and sound of all that steam and the regulars might even why me of all people just puts up for the first time ever a picture of a train?
While many girls shock horror love trains especially the steam powered sort probably keying into stories around getting to girls boarding schools and that marvellous 1970 film adaption of The Railway Children, for me trains are a darker thing routed in childhood abusive episodes.
Consequently talking trains to me is something I'm ill at ease with not that's your fault or anything just the demons running around my head but we're getting somewhere as I was able to view footage of of this weekends event without wanting to hide or run off.
I even thought having that train running was a really nice idea!

The Ow edition

The real reasons for my continued issues really go back toward parental confliction over discipline techniques and even any was needed as they felt someone with my needs had too hard a time of it as it is and so couldn't be faulted for going off the rails.
Reality was they gave me a Disability Card to play that many in society would accept so I run rings around them.
Ironic thing was if I was over at some other childs house they never accepted that card and so I was spanked over the knee just like all the other kids because I had been naughty regardless ut I never turned away afterward or had any distance put between them.
I was always welcome, always loved but never indulged, being taught firmly what wasn't acceptable.
They knew what a girl like me needed: a spanking.

New Years Edition

I'm impulsive you know, whenever I get an an idea I just have to go with it until the very end rather than thinking about it so I'd just draw something like I did in the sixth form with no consideration of if it made any sense to. It kind of underlines my immaturity at times but will this New Year bring any real improvements in that department for me?