I was gettin born.
This is 45, hashtag no filter.
However, I’m having a lovely rosacea flare, and going to work, so there’s a bit of makeup there. Sometimes it’s just one pink or red splotch, but the last 4-5 days have been like a scourge of scarlet freckles. Please note the white hair blowing across my nose is my own and not a kitty hair, but don’t think for a moment that I’m not covered in pet hair, cause I am. Further, that is actual snow in my hair.
I bet it’s our sixth or seventh snowfall of the season and finally it sticks some.
Is baby snows.
Look what it did to Blanche’s window.
It did that for me, I’m sure of it.
I really wanted to take a better selfie today, but the light wasn’t in my favor, the skin wasn’t in my favor, and y’all, it was not a good sleep night for anyone in the house. We don’t know. We just don’t know. I got three real good hours between 2am and 5am, Woot!
I continue to age naturally, and hopefully with some grace. I started this at 40 but most of you weren’t reading me then. You can watch me grow older every year, growing being the key point.
I hope to inspire others to embrace the whateverness they’re experiencing as time goes on. In my case, drying, crinkling, the appearance of old sun damage. This year, I notice my eyelids are droopier and I’m growing a substantial fuzz. Ya know what I’m gonna do about it? Hellanothin. Okay, I am gonna try to get more sleep tonight. I should prolly hydrate, but it’s my birthday and I have SODA. I am not alarmed. Try not to be alarmed when your face does the things it’s supposed to. That way you’ll have more energy to put toward truly important endeavors, like filling the house with readers.