Iris.
The world's oldest self proclaimed teenager.
May we remember her in a flurry of
hot pink feathers and emeralds
and eco plastic hooped jewellery that looks really heavy to wear but isn't.
May we remember that she did not care about what others thought of her.
That she shone like a bright light for those of us wearing dull greys and the same clothes week in week out.
Gawd bless ya Iris.
Shiny star of yesterday.
Let's colour our tomorrows with memories of her eclectic fashion choices.
Rest in power Iris
Words and pictures,
©lynnedjonesart
These images are drawn with a Faber-Castell repaper tablet.
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