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Wednesday, 23 April 2014

TRANSFORMATION...not just for Transformers

Except for the cigar, this is a pretty good image of the me I want to be in my real golden years.  I haven't really felt like I was there, up until just after Christmas when I saw that not only my face had wrinkles, but the wings at the top of my arms are wrinkled and the space between my bra strap in the back and the end of my shoulder, the skin between my knees and my feet, and I have to say it, although I've been denying it to myself for years, my hands are wrinkly.  I admitted to their being less than nimble, but never to wrinkly.  And I can't pretend anymore that wrinkledom has descended upon me.  

Having not pretended that, I have decided to be outrageous yet genteel. Not an easy combo, and I'm not entirely confident yet, but this may just be the new wrinkled-yet-quirky-granny me.

WRINKLY HANDS
AFTER-HANDS







PLAIN OLD ME


ENHANCED ME

DOWNTOWN HOODIE

SWAG
I've convinced myself I'm trending here.  Here I come, downtown.








7 comments:

  1. quel bel exemple!!! bravo, je suis avec toi, une transformation douce

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  2. I LOVE YOU! There's a buzz feed thingie on FB going around about what kind of old person you'll be. I took it and it said I would be a grumpy old man. Brother! It says I'm anonymous again, but you know who I am in Redondo Beach.

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  3. That cigar would be the perfect compliment to my "artiste raté" look; so you start looking for the pink pants and we'll have a date night.
    Your other fraction.

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  4. Are those tattoos on your wrist?! If so, that's the coolest thing ever.
    The smile makes you look ten years younger. I say that's the only accessory you need.

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    1. 4 stars, one each for Dave and my 3 kids.

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