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My mother was very naturally, sweetly pretty.
My mother didn't "work at" being pretty. She just always was...
I was a combo of cute/pretty.
Over the years, I have spent so much time, trying to maintain cute/pretty. So much time... Time probably better used, on other Arts.
We have to accept our Old Age, because it stares us right in the face, in every mirror. And so we do... Sort of... Accept it... But...
There needs to come a day, when we really internally and totally, accept that we can put away the striving of a lifetime, to *Look-That-Certain-Way*. :-)
Always neat and clean! Yes, always neat and clean! Always feeling that we present ourselves to the world, as well as we can.
But so much of that time/worry/effort/money, spent on artifice, could be put to better use. :-)
Whewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww... :-)
Where are you Dear Reader?
In Maidenhood?
The Time of the Mother? The Time of Striving...
Or has the Crone begun to peek around corners, at you? Rather scaring you at first! "Eeeek!" "No!" "Not me!" "Nope!!!!" "Not yet!" ,-)
Where-be-you-at, "My Pretty"???????? >,-)
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...More importantly...
Are you happy, where you are, now?
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15 comments:
Not any of those, like the cat pose, but pffft to valentines day once more at your bay. Like where I am? hmmm could be worse, put it that way haha
I do feel, for the most part, happy where I am now in life. There are still many milestones I want to reach (marriage, fatherhood, etc.) but I look at it as a marathon rather than a sprint.
i croned a long time ago and i love it!
what is a crone? - i guess i will go google it - sounds like not a nice word. i love how you said your mom was always pretty. that sounds lovely.
when i look in the mirror in the AM after i 1st wake up i know what i feel - by the way of my hair - my hubby snores a bunch so i don't sleep well. i'm working on that. ha. ha!! i have grey hairs coming in - it scares me to death. not ready for that yet. my Grandma Ruby went white haired at 16 yrs. so not ready for old age yet ... i wish to go gracefully. ha. ha!! ( :
To read that your Mother was pretty and didn't work at it...made my heart smile.
Thank you for the heart smile today.
Love,
Jackie
Auntie, I think if you say you are older than you really are, people tell you how darn good you look.LOL We may not be able to be young again...but hey let's be the best we can be.xo,Susie
First things first...is that SB calendar for 2013? It looks nothing like my SB calendar for February 2013. I like yours better.
Me? Where am I? On the fast train to Cronesville, USA.
Auntie, I had to look up the definition of *crone* as the one in my head was "mean, disagreeable old woman"... and with that definition, I didn't want to crone. But it seems that there is another definition to crone that involves age and wisdom. I can attest to the age part...
I've been pretty happy in all the stages of my life. All has some good points. I still care what I look like but its for me and not others. I like being thin and healthy and strive to keep that way.
Lovely pictures. As for aging, I feel so free now. It used to take me so much time to get ready for work--blow drying, styling, makeup. It's such a pleasure now with wash and wear and minimal make up. Frees up some 'me time' to start the day.
Mary
The 1st 18 mths. of my life I had platinum white hair. My hair started turning white when I was 12and people thought it was such a novelty. By college my hair was salt & pepper with a white lightening volt on the right side. Everyone thought I spent a lot of money & time to get this "frosted look". When I was 40 almost all of my hair had turned bright white like my fathers. It was still a novelty and subject of much discussion amongst friends & strangers alike. When I turned 50 every 20 yr, old store cahier & waitress offered me the Senior Discount based on just the color of my hair. My hair color was no longer novel - it just became an idicator of age since most failed to look at any featues beyond. Was this because they were so young that white hair just reads as old? I allowed myself to be shamed into coloring my hair back to the color of my youth. Other than having brown hair I looked like no one I had seen before. My favorite colors of clothing no longer looked looked right = how odd! I decided to stop coloring my hair (2 yrs. to grow out a stripe of Pepe la Pu striped roots). I decided that I liked me just the way I was intended to be with some minor attention to details. I accept any & all offers for Senior Discounts and feel like a criminal for doing so (tee hee), but it is my revenge on younger generation who ses me not as a unique, funny & intresting person - just old according to my hair. I feel I should contact Anderson Cooper and warn him that his beautiful premature white hair is nearing a time when it will still be white but, no longer premature, just mature. Can't mature mean something positive in this society? Time flys faster & faster as the years fly by. No Crone for me, just an excentric crazy sense of humor. The whit may be one of the few things that gets sharper with aging.
I'm comfortable with who I am and can still get that special smile from Mr OP and that's all I need to know that I still got it:)
First of all.....I LOVE Ellen in Oregon!
I am trying to grow old gracefully - which is harder than I thought it would be!
I AM neat and clean. I TRY to be age acceptable STYLISH!
Who knows if I am doing this right or not?? Time will tell......
I feel more secure in myself than I did when I was a teen.....50 is t that bad... But not too thrilled about the lines showing up or my hands looking older
I love the "three" in Wicca...The Maiden, The Mother and The Crone. I started as Maiden, became Mother and the truth be told, am now Crone. This is ok with me. I leave my hair gray, but long(down to my waist). I have some lines in my face, earned, but at least I have not endangered my life with injections, nor surgery. Most important of all I want to age with dignity and I have always been who I am...so this is me.
As always...wonderful photos!!!
Jan
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