age gracefully

that included changing or rather going back to my bohemian roots ( style wise)

some false lashes, just for the fun of it. exhaling…..

The stylist thought I might look glamourous with larger lashes. Why don’t they ever listen.. Seems they hear you, up and until you lay back in that chair. Needless, to say I am not happy, nor am I sad. This is just not me.. As, I get older, aging gracefully means less is more. Period. I wanted an understated elegance( natural lift) not spiders on my lids. I am proud of the fact I am not berating the woman,yet standing in my truth of what works for me.

I am off to Walgreens or some such store to purchase remover..
smiling,wistfully all the way …

to pick out a blush today. For some reason I have felt too old for blush.. maybe too busy to look better is closer to the truth.

Anywho, I am grateful to be my age, fit, fine and fabulous

include fighting with everything you got…

not trying to look or be 20 but maintaining yourself well. Gracefully.