I don’t know why I like it.m

But I do.

I really, really do.

The detail on my lace panties, my wild morning hair, my crooked finger, the silvery trails of stretch marks on my hips and breast, the blue veins that are just barely visible.

Why I like this more than the one from the other day is not a known quantity to me, but I see this image and I am lit up.  Same woman, same body, different attitude, the power of a different lens.

May we all have the ability to switch them out when we need to.

February Photofest

Friday, April 28th, is Boobday!


Fell asleep in Peyton’s bed tonight after a long day of life.  I remember reading Little House on the Prairie and being in awe of Ma and Pa’s daily efforts to exist.  God only knows how they did all that.  No wonder everyone died at 60 back then.

This week has been fruitful, yet quiet.  Peyton and I are closer than ever and my interest in men continues to hover at a level best described as “barely there.”

I’m having to scrape the barrel for tit pics because I’m hardly taking any anymore.  I really just. don’t. care.  Sigh.

Hope you have a wonderful weekend!  And thank you to everyone who participates here!



Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate:

1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.com) OR

2) submit a link below to your own blog post for Boobday.

Also, just as a reminder:

If you send me a pic, be sure to tell me if you want to be anonymous or not and what your pseudonym is (if you have one or I gave you one)

Tell me why you chose the photo you sent

And don’t forget to comment on everyone’s posts! This is all about spreading the love!

My tits:

NOT my tits:

I love it when the ladies who submit here accidentally have similar themes.

Here Ms. Over 50 gives us a lovely peep-eye biew of her beautiful breasts.

Once again Ms Over 50 only shows one.


Sandy gets a little stingy with us.

Just one