How about those earrings????
The Fifties represent, I think, a decade of turmoil. In some major way, most of us experience changes in our lives — ultimately in or out of our control. It can be a complicated time: Where are we going? Where have we been? Are we on the right track?
One of the two women running for the French presidency in the Socialist party.
Oh yes, let’s not forget: Am I taking care of myself in all the ways that make me happy? Inside and out? (Remember I maintain that taking good care of ourselves, you know, the surface and the substance — like Frenchwomen — results in a happier life for us and everyone with whom we share our lives. Trust me, it does.)
Maybe some of you were more precocious and posed such metaphysical questions in your Forties, but if, like me, you’re a procrastinator, now is the time perhaps.
I have been transformed in a way with this series (which I will continue on-and-off for as long as I can find beautiful women to prove that age is a state of mind when one is healthy and active) because, as I’ve said, I see more than I imagined I would. Lines are lovely, a little “softening” around the edges is not the end of the world, and, as you have pointed out, our faces are our history.
A proposition: Would you consider sending me your pictures? You can be completely anonymous on the post if you so choose. (Avril, I swear I had decided to suggest “reader participation.” Or rather we had the idea simultaneously. See Sunday comments and you’ll understand.) It would be nice, for the purpose of a series if you could tell me only the decade in which you reside today. Specifics are not necessary. That’s your decision. If you’re up for the game, please e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Merci par avance.