Thursday, February 11, 2010

A Bit and a Bob

A couple of things. First, the shallow. I'm old. Middle-aged, actually. Those older than me will kick and protest (thank you), because they know what that makes them. Mm-hm. Those younger than me will just roll their eyes and say...uh, yeah.


You know what I realized my face looks like these days? Stage makeup for the middle-aged. You know, all the cliches, the undereye circles, the frown line between the eyebrows, the deepened laugh lines, and the narrowed nose and deflated cheeks whose facial fat has sought a more southerly clime. So I google-imaged it, just for fun.

Here is the frumpy, frousy, probably Irish housekeeper, whom they keep around mainly for comic relief.

Here is the middle-aged spinster before spontaneously deciding to go to Italy on holiday.

Here is the mother of the ingenue. Which I technically could be. For I was but an ingenue myself when I met her dashing father.


In church several weeks ago, the statistic was given that of our entire congregation, only 10% was over age 35. Now, I am not yet in that decrepit minority, but I'm pushing it. My husband is in it, and my continued association with him I feel is having deleterious effects on my face. Especially in the mornings. And the evenings. Whenever he's around. 10%? I need a Tums.

Ok, the next thing. This is way more fun and not offensive to the elderly. Big things are happening in my living room. This beauty

arrived on Monday, along with THIS....


Ooh, it makes me excited to get up in the morning. Not that my four demanding starving children aren't enough to excite me, it just makes me even MORE excited to get out there and POUR SOME MILK!!! WOOO!!
I have attempted my own version of this window treatment and as soon as I can figure out how to hang it, you will get pictures of the whole thing.
That, friends, is what's known as a teaser. Or in other words, it's not done yet.
Sincerely,
the

It's like looking in a mirror.