Reality

Sometimes, DH will refer to me as a 'fashion plate'.  It's a joke.

I am not, no way, no how.

I do have some 'nicer' clothes in my closet, that I save for those occasions when it is necessary to dress it up a little.

But it's not my bag really.

And long gone are the days when I worried about how I looked, like I am sure I did back when this photo was taken.

I was seventeen.  Good grief.  That was back when what you wore, how you looked, and how the world perceived you was EVERYTHING.  Remember???
These days I am grateful to be SO over that.
It doesn't move me.
There are so many other things that DO move me, and I want there to be plenty of space for them.  Time becomes so precious when you are old enough to get it.

Like color, and creativity.

 MY family, my friends, my cats, my dog, nature, being active, reading, learning, growing.  WEAVING.

Old things......appreciating them, including old me.

Beauty, cause it's everywhere around you.......and just not necessarily in the mirror.