The beautiful Dr. Allen is Co-founder and Publisher of Women’s Voices for Change, a site we should all be visiting regularly.
Each day, before launching into the continuing series on Your Faces Through the Ages, I try to sort through the adjectives stored in my brain. I’ve also leafed through my superb Roget’s International Thesaurus ( I highly recommend it btw), to find more appropriate words to describe you and your accomplishments, your verve, your discipline, your optimism. And, I’m faltering.
You are an extraordinary assemblyof fascinating, accomplished, funny, serious, adventurous women. We often hear the media talk about “second acts” and “reinvention” — you are the very definition of these new worlds.
The 60s. . .
The other day in a conversation with a good friend who is highly accomplished in the following areas: sewing, gardening, child raising, horseback riding, writing (she’s a superb writer), and if that weren’t enough she has a little antique business on the side. She has a finely honed taste that allows her to edit her finds so precisely that no sooner does she buy something, than it’s sold. Ah yes, as I was saying, I remarked to her that I only know how to do one thing and that I would like a smidge of reinvention in my life. She then indignantly pointed out that I had reinvented my life. “You created a blog,” she countered.
“Well yes, but it’s an extension of the only thing I know how to do,” I reposted.
“Maybe,” she said, “but it’s different.”
She also offered to teach me how to make the beautiful little lavender sachets she gave me as a gift recently. I’m beyond excited. For those of you who are clever in the knitting, sewing, quilting, jewelry-making realms (etc.) my new venture may not seem like a major accomplishment to you, but I see it as a baby step to who knows what (!?).
The 50s. . .
|Lorrie Orr with her shiny, new graduate degree in hand.
Fabric, Paper, Thread
Please keep sending your pictures, remember 30s to forever (firstname.lastname@example.org). Every one will appear here. And, my daughter who is often a tweaker of my conscience, pointed out, “If all these incredible women trust you enough to share their pictures, the least you can do is show yours.” (She can be bossy.) She’s right of course — she usually is, it’s maddening. I promise I will.