Tuesday, 28 July 2009
I was at the hairdressers this afternoon and, whilst waiting for the stylist, I had a lovely chat with a lady who told me that she is 92. Ninety-two, imagine that! Within a few minutes we had established a connection - her great-grandson was friends with my son in pre-school. This happens all the time in Daylesford, whenever you meet someone you quickly find that you can 'place' people, and I think it is the thing I love best about living in a country town. It's a bit like blogging really, it cuts through all the formal introductions and niceties and you feel an immediate sense of trust and belonging. Then after a few more minutes of chatting she revealed that she is a passionate crafter too - cross-stitch is her speciality although she has tried everything. Heaven! We could have chatted all day but I needed a trim and my new friend was getting a perm.
Posted by Lark at 16:03