This is a pre-scheduled post. Will resume regular blogging next week.
2011 saw my body starting to age, which took me by surprise, as it happened overnight, or so it seemed.
Fluffy haired jaws and cheeks, for instance. A moustache. The makings of a ridiculous goatee on my chin.
O, and there are definitely grey hairs in sight.
Now that I am starting to look alittle lot less youthful and colorful, I probably need to pay more attention to my appearance.
The occasional bout of jogging, walking or cycling is not enough. Let's talk exercise routine (yuck).
Also, I'll have to find a beauty parlor or whatever these places are called where they zap the excess facial hair.
And I am undoubtedly hard-pressed for proper clothing - as in clothes that will make you go "Yeah, baby", instead of "Well, at least they're comfortable".
(If I start nagging you about spiffy hairstyles and nail polish, please have me committed. I am begging you.)
The upshot of getting older, though, is that my fears are subsiding. I've been examining most of them for so long now, that I can draw their mug shot in the dark, using my left hand (me being right-handed), whilst schmaltzy songs pour their lousy notes into my hurtling brain. And still you'd recognize them as Fears. My fears. The ones that I am getting rid of.
In wrapping up this year, I've chosen to present myself as a black-and-white diva with a wink.
The goal for 2012 is to end up with a full-color close-up, not of me smiling (there is NO cuteness in a woman nearing her forties showing off her braces in a broad smile), but perhaps with a little grin?
Yes, a loving little grin. That should offset the wisdom of my years nicely.
See you next year!
2011 saw my body starting to age, which took me by surprise, as it happened overnight, or so it seemed.
Fluffy haired jaws and cheeks, for instance. A moustache. The makings of a ridiculous goatee on my chin.
O, and there are definitely grey hairs in sight.
Now that I am starting to look a
The occasional bout of jogging, walking or cycling is not enough. Let's talk exercise routine (yuck).
Also, I'll have to find a beauty parlor or whatever these places are called where they zap the excess facial hair.
And I am undoubtedly hard-pressed for proper clothing - as in clothes that will make you go "Yeah, baby", instead of "Well, at least they're comfortable".
(If I start nagging you about spiffy hairstyles and nail polish, please have me committed. I am begging you.)
The upshot of getting older, though, is that my fears are subsiding. I've been examining most of them for so long now, that I can draw their mug shot in the dark, using my left hand (me being right-handed), whilst schmaltzy songs pour their lousy notes into my hurtling brain. And still you'd recognize them as Fears. My fears. The ones that I am getting rid of.
In wrapping up this year, I've chosen to present myself as a black-and-white diva with a wink.
The goal for 2012 is to end up with a full-color close-up, not of me smiling (there is NO cuteness in a woman nearing her forties showing off her braces in a broad smile), but perhaps with a little grin?
Yes, a loving little grin. That should offset the wisdom of my years nicely.
See you next year!
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I remember well my last year of the thirties age. By Novemeber I was divorced and in shock. I looked at my body, face, hair, and life and decided a spruce up was in order. I did lose weight, but the first two things I did majorly was get a job and cut my hair (my ex had liked it long). I then reenrolled in college.
My 40th birthday was a bit of a downer, but my 50th was my best since my 16th (as far as milestone birthdays), and my 60th in two years is looking to be good also.
I either conquered or got rid of most of my major fears and I became comfortable with who I really am.
The one thing I would recommend above hair removal, hair dye, and weight loss is to take care of your face and neck. Hands should be cared for also, as I'm seeing, but the face and neck will make you look older than you are or YOUNGER than you are.
Mom started me at 18 at taking good care of my skin and I have kept at it.
You need a moisterizer/skin cream for your age--to reduce lines, etc. I recommend Clinique--it is non-allergenic, gentle, and for all ages. I started my kids on it in their teens--there is a wonderful male line and acne line.
For her 35th birthday, I got my daughter all that she needed for her face and neck care and they all lasted with only one needing replaced for her 36th and that was her night cream. (I have a feeling she doesn't use all of it religiously, but if she only uses one regularly, it should be the night cream).
My father would look at other women after mom died and say, "They are so wrinkled! Your mother was not wrinkled." My mother died at age 76 with only the pain lines around her mouth hinting at anything. She had few lines on her face and just a couple on her neck. She used Pond's cold cream for most of her adult life until she got on Clinique in her 50's then Mary Kay cosmetics(the woman came to her home, which became important to a semi-invalid).
I may sound vain to you, but I don't think I am. I wear little actual make-up and my hair is in a simple style. I do color it, because I started high-lighting it years ago and now it's a mult-colored brazziness if I don't. I do have my own style of dressing, but it's not fussy or exact. My only vanity is keeping the wrinkles away. Some are fine; but a criss-cross network of them is not. It's never too late to start.
Wow! I wrote a book!
Hello, how nice to see you!
You are beautiful.
Happy New year!
Happy new year dear Nicki ! Don't worry, be happy :)
2011 was the year of my 40 years ... ;)
As far as I can see, there's absolutely no need to worry, Dear! You seem to be in a very good shape and as long as there is just one or two fractious pieces of hair to be removed, well, that's easier than remove wrinkles! ;o)
I didn't care of anything like this so far, and sometimes people wonder about my real age. In fact, I had some funny moments this year where I had to show my passport to convince people that I left my 20s long ago and move fastly towards my 40s. Sometimes, I can't believe it either and have to look it up by myself! ;o))
Well, I have some more weight in between, but I hate diets and didn't find the kind of sports yet that could keep up my attention for long, so I prefer not to worry too much about those pounds. ;o) The only thing I started long ago, was to lotion my dry body skin every day, but I'm sure that won't stop the normal signs of aging, I just profit of the good family genes of my mum and grandma.
I guess the most important thing is to keep young inside: I'm still studying, always being surrounded by mid-20s, I sometimes still dress like a teenager and my flat is decorated with childish things...and when I see my aunt still doing so in her 50s, I don't worry at all! ;o)
HAPPY (AND RELAXED) NEW YEAR!
Happy New year ! I turned 40 and it is not so bad.
You look great!
Happy New Year!!
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oh dear..... how about nearing those fifties. umppppfffffff....
;))) i mean, i don't want to depress you any further. ha ha ha.
on a different, all together much lighter note, if i haven't already, i wish you and yours a GREAT 2012, in which dreams do come true.
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I hope you'll be in color and smiling throughout 2012!