‘Red’ – Teresa and Dominique Hodgson-Holt, ‘In Certain Places’

Teresa here. Today was another mad and busy day. Philippa called in to see us and we had Adele and Gemma to help us. Thank goodness for those two. We all walked together with Catrina who came in prepared in her very short red mini dress and brought new shoes to be dyed. We had a very interesting time painting the shoes, my old boots (they’ve not a hope of drying before September due to my over excitement with the lovely red paint) and we all sang along to David Bowie, happy in our madness. We bought a new cd as my lovely grandson snapped the needle on the record player on Tuesday. I resorted to my boots and trousers, which I dyed last night, due to my feet killing me with all the walking round in silly shoes. The afternoon was great as the rest of yesterday’s family came in minus one brother. Try as I might I just couldn’t convince the 14 year old niece that it really is a cool thing to walk around Preston dressed totally in red. I can so understand her as she’d seen endless mates around town and even in her ordinary clothes she kept a discreet distance from us and insisted she was the only sane one around. Not to worry, I don’t think I’m losing the knack and I remembered my own 14 year old experiences with my 3 children and gave up gracefully and admitted defeat. We ended our Friday on a lovely note with fish, chips and mushy peas as looking at the photographs of me, I simply couldn’t get any worse – famous last words. They were gorgeous though and it has to been done sometimes.