Impearfection (aka "Pear of Christmas Past&qu

It is February.
My tree is still up as are the stockings hanging arse-ways on the mantle piece. The year-round pot-plants are in a deep depression: it took six weeks for me to notice the desiccated remains of the poinsettia. The guilt is immense. Thankfully the sparkly faux fruit dangling daintily on their lurex string aren't rotting. Yet.

An apt image to kick of a happy new beginning on Blip, methinks.

THIS IS IT. A change of tactics.

Good and interesting photos, daily action, improving inch by inch, f-stop by f-stop, getting my arse into gear, creating a harmonious life/work/interior decorating balance.

Impearfection? As Mama Nina would say "Accept, Embrace, Move on".
Jay-sus let's try.

I am on it electronic.
Once I finish editing that damn wedding...