It's Hallowe'en but an exorcism won't be necessary. As the last in the maternal line I've inherited the family portraits going back almost three hundred years & there's long-dead ancestors giving me disdainful looks from the walls in every room in the house.
Nice but hideously dim, bet he wouldn't have been capable of tying his own shoelaces.
This bloke was a member of the clergy, he'd probably spontaneously combust at our godless lifestyle.
Bet she wouldn't have enjoyed backpacking around India or getting down & dirty at Glastonbury.
This one looks like a right old cow. Bet she's horrified by my unmarried, voluntarily childless state.
I even wear dead people's stuff. This is Great-Great Grandma Alice wearing the same brooch 130 years before me.
This was her locket.
An obsession with massive silver jewellery must be a family trait.
There's a fashion for calling it "curating" but I'm not one for poncy labels, I'm just a hoarder, plain and simple.
When this box slid off the top of the wardrobe this morning I took it as a spooky sign that it was crying out to be featured on my blog. I used to roller skate round the block wearing this over 40 years ago. What an odd child I must have been. Mind you, there's a red wine stain from when Mum wore it to the pub, such disrespect, Mary must be turning in her grave.
How freaky that I'm the identical size and height to my Great-Grandma, a lady I never met.
I'd love to know what she'd have thought of her Great-granddaughter's lifestyle. It couldn't have been more different to hers.
Have a ghoulishly spooky night if that's your thing. We'll be padlocking the front gates as soon as darkness falls to keep out any feral youths demanding money with menaces (sweets aren't acceptable around here, it's a £5 note or a brick through the window).
Linking to Lakota's Woooooo-Wednesday!
See you soon.