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I try to tell
My husband this ….

To all my female friends 50 years and up.

Most of us are ageing through the next phase of our lives. We're at the age where we see wrinkles, grey hair, and extra pounds.

We see cute 25-year-olds and reminisce.

But we were also 25, just as they will one day be our age. We aren't those "girls in their summer clothes" anymore. What they bring to the table with their youth and zest, we bring our wisdom and experience.

We have raised families, run households, paid the bills, dealt with diseases, sadness and everything else life has assigned us.
Some of us have lost those that we're nearest and dearest to us.

We are survivors.
We are warriors in the quiet.
We are women, like a fine wine or classic car.

Even if our bodies aren't what they once were, they carry our souls, our courage, and our strength. We shall enter this chapter in our lives with humility, grace, and pride over everything we have been through, and we should never feel bad about getting older.

It's a privilege that is denied to so many.

~unknown

Lindsey's Blog is not just any platform—it's a vibrant space where I delve into the world of women's health, shining a spotlight on issues like Breast Implant Illness and Menopause as well as a dash of life stuff, foods and wines and randoms! Through my writing, I aim to empower and inform, offering a mix of insightful articles that keep readers in the know about the latest developments. But that's not all; I also sprinkle in other captivating topics that appeal to everyone, ensuring a diverse and engaging reading experience for all who visit. Join me on this journey of discovery and empowerment at Lindsey's Blog!

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Do this for healing ! Totally works 🌸

This is a gentle reminder of the past , not so long ago people -

Most people got married 👰 in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June. Since they were starting to smell, however, brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet 🌺 when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub 🛀 filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women, and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it … hence the saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the Bath water!”

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals 🐩 would slip and fall off the roof, resulting in the idiom, “It’s raining cats and dogs.”

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed, therefore, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That’s how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt, leading folks to coin the phrase “dirt poor.”

The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way, subsequently creating a “thresh hold.”

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.. Every day they lit the fire 🔥and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while, and thus the rhyme, “Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.”

Sometimes they could obtain pork, 🐷 which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, “bring home the bacon.” They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and “chew the fat.”

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread 🍞 was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the “upper crust.”

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up, creating the custom of holding a wake.

They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all p*e in a pot 🍲 & then once a day it was taken & sold to the tannery. If you had to do this to survive you were “p**s poor.”
But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn’t even afford to buy a pot; they “didn’t have a pot to p**s in” & were the lowest of the low.

The next time you are washing your hands & complain because the water temperature isn’t just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s.

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside 😳 and they realized they had been burying people alive, so they would tie a string on the wrist of the co**se, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer.

And that’s the truth. Now, whoever said History was boring? 👀

For everyone out there …. You are beautiful ❤️
With Love ,

It was cold outside , so I made a Rustic Italian Herb Bread 😁 darn proud of myself. It looks like a meteorite but it was tasty !

Time to give some love to my body 🍎🍋🍒🥦🫑juicing time for an extra immune boost

Need I say more ? ❤️

I can live on guacamole… can you ?

Merry Christmas and Happy healthy holidays everyone ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

My favourite form of therapy …. Making hearty soups for the people I love ❤️ This one’s a loving lentil ❤️

Bingo.

Ha ! And then do you remember your password after ?

Mmhmm

Has anybody ever heard of Colin H Greenwood ?
I have some small painting by him circa 1871 era
Also others I can’t recognize or find any signatures
Any help is appreciated ☝️

Gotta love those fur ball ❤️

So much to be grateful for … a rainy day in Vancouver BC , Coldplay concert last night - life is good❤️

The equalizer or The Punisher ?

Today, 51 years !

Of cheers, beers,fears,p*ers tears and gears …

What a ride it’s been !

I am grateful for all of it ❤️

My Dad helping my mom after she broke two discs
in her back . Pure love and devotion 🥰

67 years of being in love. 67 years of laughter and the precious gifts that came with togetherness

Children , careers , health crisis, home renovations and hobbies ..

I admire the strength and courage that it takes to stay together

A man and a woman. Absolutely a beautiful thing -
My parents. Im so proud.

😂

Hornby Island delights !

Finally found my first with my new
! A new 😁super excited!! A coin, a bolt and some rusty nails. Oh yahhhhhhh !
Bring on the fun 😎