Late Bloomer or Wall Flower
Self Portrait
oil on canvas
17x21
nfs
The cat is out of the bag! Today I turned the big Six OOO,
this is even more exciting than turning 40 even 50! This is a self portrait I
painted as a gift to myself; I couldn’t decide what to call it - Late Bloomer
or a Wall Flower? My sign is Leo the Lion, I am on the cusp of Virgo the
Virgin with Scorpio rising and this is me at 60! As a general rule I do not lie
about my age or refuse to answer when people enquire "how old are
you"? Often their next words are, oh my, you really don't look that old,
that is music to my ears. In this self portrait I tried to be true to myself
and record what I see, chubby cheeks, straight hair, dark circles under eyes,
lines and all. How did I ever get to become a sexagenarian? That's
someone who is between 60 and 69 and obviously sexy.
There are 21,915 days when you factor in leap years in 60
years and if we live to be at least 80 that's another 7,305 days (how I do
obsess) in the big scheme of things that does not sound like allot of days
after all. It reminds me of my mother’s
favorite soap opera, cue the sappy music and hear the man’s deep voice saying
“like sands through the hour glass, so are the daaays of our lives”.
I am sooo very
proud of All My Children (another soap box reference), grateful for my friends
and family and I am glad that I finally found a good man who appreciates the
awesomeness of me. I am also appreciative
for my current dwelling on a pristine lake in of all places ALASKA and I am so
happy that today Wii Fit said my fitness age is that of a 30 year old woman.
Now that was a
great present!