memories

How could I forget all the fashions that came and went? I remember my aunt's gold and silver shoes. They were so high, but even at just ...

▶️ Watch on 3Speak Hey, I'm talking about those golden days of the 90s.I have said many times before that the 90s were the golden days.B...

This picture was taken outside St Georges Hall in Liverpool. I absolutely love this area which also includes a whole street of building...

This weekend was one of the most fun and memorable days I’ve had in a long time. Yesterday, I spent the whole day enjoying the snow at a...

When I was young, I remember a conversation with my grandmother because I noticed something that became fashionable at the time and wasn...

Hello beautiful Community @worldmappin , here's my blog of wonderful travel adventure. I still remember that day in August like it just...

Hello friends of the @silverblogger community, I hope you have an excellent and blessed weekend. This is my first post in this community...

Hello to all the friends of Throwback Thursday. I hope that today you can embrace your memories with love and light. In times that may se...

I don't remember being interested in fashion during my childhood. I don't know if my mother was interested in it and looked for ways to ...

I run, you chase obsessed to get to the other end only to discover there’s no end in the first place.   Pretending to live stacking regr...

As you wander down Rodney Street in Liverpool you can’t help but notice a large Edwardian building that sits square in the middle of th...

Mom is truly an inspiration for devotion and commitment. Manabasa Gurubara(Thursday) is a special ritual that is celebrated (starting to...

Last night, me and my friends together with my kuya went out for dinner at Kapennara Café. We’ve already been there before, but every ti...

ENGLISH Hello everyone, good morning. Today I am joining the wonderful initiative proposed by the Silver Bloggers community, entitled: ...

Eivissa town in Ibiza is like a rabbit warren of climbing buildings clinging to the side of the hill, wellsprings that seem to pop up i...

Hello there my lovely hivers!!!!! My sister first made this kind of dessert because she's craving this since in her fyp we're full of th...

When I was in college I knew a lot of people from a lot of different walks of life. One of them was a guy who I will call Rob because th...

Hello hello silver bloggers, music lovers and Hello hivers! Today is the 11th of November and it is a profoundly important day. At the e...

Greetings, friends of @silverbloggers. I find this week's topic fun. As soon as I read the description, my head filled with fond memorie...

This picture was taken in Ras Mohammed national park in Egypt in 2012 on the second dive of the day after I had dived among clouds of A...

I honestly never thought I would be able to tear myself away from the area I lived in for just over half a century. It was wonderful, but...

Hello there my lovely hivers!!!!! This is our errands with my mother. Yesterday, I told her that the last submission of the requirements...

As all of my friends, along with me, are engaged in either private or government jobs, we hardly get opportunities to meet and spend tim...

When I arrived at Aunt Gladys' house I had the clothes on my back, and nothing more. She made a bed up for me and my sister Dawn in the ...

The title picture in this post just makes me yearn for summer. It speaks to me of balmy days wasted playing Spanish-style Classical gui...

HI GUYS! Here’s a new sketch titled “Portrait of a mobile tailor” A tribute to the quiet resilience of everyday artisans. This piece capt...

With #sb-chronicles... we are posting a question on Mondays, prompting anyone who wants to join in to write their own "Silverblogge...

That warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach when you're spending special moments with friends or family; the warmth of the sun baking on your...

Here I am again, participating in this wonderful weekend experience initiative. Today, I've chosen the theme of youth, or rather, how I ...

I'm not sure about you, but I find markets to be strange places... or maybe it's more a case of me being a strange person, and I'm OK w...