I refuse to grow old gracefully
I have to rearrange my face in the morning so as not to scare the postman. Why do we end up looking so weird? Or is it just me?
I use my hands to manoeuvre and make sure I sit properly on the loo seat. Don't want to be half on and half off. That could be dangerous.
I say things I remember my mum saying and cringe.
I often repeat myself—more than twice.
I say I like new things but sometimes wonder...
I'm happy to say that I do NOT like cheese and doubt I ever will.
I love chocolate.
I probably forget more than I remember.
But I'm happy in my own skin.
I don't care if what I wear is fashionable or not.
I wish I'd saved more stuff from years ago that's now back in fashion.
I still own a pair of original 1960's Mary Quant tights.
And a mini dress
Sadly I never looked as good as Twiggy
But I'm lucky. I followed a dream and got published, even if I was almost at bus pass age.
Now if only I could get an all out best seller... (we all need a positive dream)
Happy reading,
love, Raven xxx
(all images, pinterest)
This now seems to be working, sorry if anyone wanted to comment earlier
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