a little of that island style, or - I sure do need a holiday...!

Bare shoulders and flip-flopped prettily painted feet! All the fashion rules of summer are being followed here. her accessories are beautiful, and her hair and attitude are a must do! When a dress refuses to be forgotten you have to just go with that feeling. On a breakfast run this morning, I spotted Brenda on her cell outside a caff. My mission was about getting cereal...and getting back to my so-called schedule (if a freelance writer actually has such a thing) But this €2 scarf dress from Greece was the reason behind my running back a little downhill to fetch my camera (how was I to know that a Frockcentric frock would appear right then and there?) In the most Bridget Jones-like fashion I could muster, I found myself locking myself out of the house, and had to devise a plan to get my keys out. I'd managed to get my camera, notepad, pen, even business cards - then promptly closed the self-lock door, only aware that I'd left the bunch of keys behind as I walked out of the gate. Earlier I'd witnessed a hadeda pooing on one of the gate posts. A harbinger of things to come? I cursed under my breath and started scrabbling about trying to get to the elusive shared side gate. Our right hand neighbour's seemed bolted up. After tripping on rocks and getting a big thorn in my hand (I didnt know such a green bush could be so vindictive?!) and a cobweb glued to my face, I thought enough was enough I had to call for help. But no-one would be able to hear me. Our left-hand neighbour, who we share a driveway with, is 90 year old Mr Dick. Yes we have an old neighbour called Mr Dick, you got a problem with that? I started to case the joint. Out loud I called "Mr Dick...?" Inwardly cringing and hoping only he could hear me, I cursed under my breath. Of course Mr Dick is tone deaf so only the people going to and fro heard me. What a sight as I clambered over the wall onto our shared driveway. Our side door seemed bolted shut, but I managed to scrape it back. Luckily the back door was open, because we have someone doing prep work on the walls. I was so scared of that powerful jet of water, but managed to sidestep it nicely and make myself visible before I got wet paint particles all over me. Running up the stairs, through the house, and now panicking that Brenda had left the caff, I rushed (making sure I had keys this time) to get my money shot! As I huffed up the small hill (what happened to the great feeling that yoga brought me this past weekend??) I met some people I thought were the group I had left at the caff. "Is your friend leaving?" I asked. "No...." one woman answered. "Oh! Oops, sorry I thought you were someone else" They just laughed good-naturedly and understood that I was channelling Renee Zellweger's alter ego today. I managed to steer Brenda away from her very understanding boss and co-workers at their working breakfast and tried to explain why this crazy woman in front of her should be allowed to take her picture. She was great, and the result is as above. Phew! I sure could use a holiday in a Greek harbour town...and make a great find like Brenda did....