61st Birthday Month...
I took this shot a couple of weeks ago, but I'm including it in my yearly birthday portrait pics. With work, and whether I feel photogenic or not, it seems the older I get, the less I feel like posing, and the handful of shots I took today don't look very promising. This year's batch will fall before and after my actual BD.
I don't know if anyone else has experienced this, but it seems that the date matters less and less with the passing years, and birthday celebrations seem to occur more when everyone has time than when my birthday really is! Starting in my 40's, I saw the trend beginning. My birthday seems to stretch from August 22 to some time in September now! It doesn't quite seem as special anymore, but the celebration goes on longer. (Try doing that with an 8 year old!)
Anyway, today I'm the ripe old age of 61, or at least I will be at 5:36 PM! That means I've lived 22,265 days, or 3,172 weeks, or 732 months, depending upon how you want to calculate it. I feel old when I think about it, but I guess I'm holding up pretty well despite the passage of time.
When I was young I swore I wouldn't be one of those old ladies with the flaming red hair and all the makeup, wearing loads of jewelry and those rhinestone studded sandals! So, I learned how to do makeup, and became a cosmetician at one point. Then, since I've never been able to decide what haircolor I really like, I learned to cut and color my own hair. I love jewelry, especially the big, flashy stuff, but I have been known to remove a piece or two so I don't look garish! I don't want to whack all my hair off and get a poodle cut, and I am not ready for dashikis, probably because I've already done that fad! I wear two times the makeup I did when I was young, but it looks like less. So, I've given way to the flaming hair and the jeweled sandal thing, but so far, I don't look too silly. The nice thing about getting old is, nobody cares if I do! Age can be a freeing thing as much as a limiting one. And if I wax philosophical, at my age, I'm entitled.
Here's to another year!
61st Birthday Month...
I took this shot a couple of weeks ago, but I'm including it in my yearly birthday portrait pics. With work, and whether I feel photogenic or not, it seems the older I get, the less I feel like posing, and the handful of shots I took today don't look very promising. This year's batch will fall before and after my actual BD.
I don't know if anyone else has experienced this, but it seems that the date matters less and less with the passing years, and birthday celebrations seem to occur more when everyone has time than when my birthday really is! Starting in my 40's, I saw the trend beginning. My birthday seems to stretch from August 22 to some time in September now! It doesn't quite seem as special anymore, but the celebration goes on longer. (Try doing that with an 8 year old!)
Anyway, today I'm the ripe old age of 61, or at least I will be at 5:36 PM! That means I've lived 22,265 days, or 3,172 weeks, or 732 months, depending upon how you want to calculate it. I feel old when I think about it, but I guess I'm holding up pretty well despite the passage of time.
When I was young I swore I wouldn't be one of those old ladies with the flaming red hair and all the makeup, wearing loads of jewelry and those rhinestone studded sandals! So, I learned how to do makeup, and became a cosmetician at one point. Then, since I've never been able to decide what haircolor I really like, I learned to cut and color my own hair. I love jewelry, especially the big, flashy stuff, but I have been known to remove a piece or two so I don't look garish! I don't want to whack all my hair off and get a poodle cut, and I am not ready for dashikis, probably because I've already done that fad! I wear two times the makeup I did when I was young, but it looks like less. So, I've given way to the flaming hair and the jeweled sandal thing, but so far, I don't look too silly. The nice thing about getting old is, nobody cares if I do! Age can be a freeing thing as much as a limiting one. And if I wax philosophical, at my age, I'm entitled.
Here's to another year!