I got a text around 8:30 AM,
that my new glasses were waiting for me to pick them up. I hurried up and got
ready to go collect them 😊
I dressed accordingly – the new eyewear was glitzy with
glitter … so was my makeup, and clothing. If
I had glitter hairspray, I would have used that too.
My inner flamingo was coming
out in full force, this morning 😉
Eyeshadow of choice, today - 'gentle' for browline & 'likeable' for eyelid; it is very glittery.
Blue ‘liner’ to match my jeans; also packed with glitter.
Peachy - white tube – lip gloss; glittery.
Gold studs on my gold-threaded top; I sparkled from head to toe, today 😊
Rubyhorse – ‘Sparkle’ song:
I’m a big bottom-big boobed
woman … with a very short torso; so, it looks like I have no waist at all:
people stare. When I was younger (and thinner) that didn’t matter: tanks
tops and short shorts gave the illusion of an hour-glass shape with definition –
people could see that I did, in fact, have a waist. Sort of. But
at 65, baring my midriff would be ridiculous, and pointless: my sliding-south-boobs
would hide my waist 😉
What people can see now,
is my face. Thankfully, that is holding up; for now, even if my teeth are crooked. Bob loved all of me, as imperfect as I am: and Bob was an very handsome man 😊
I decided with the dawning
of 2022, that I was going to make having fun the main focus of my life: I’m 65
and looking at the downslope of life, and I am going to pack that short amount
of time with fun, fun, and more fun. I’m not going
to be doing outlandish stunts … but I am going to give more freedom to my bohemian
side.
Colorful, boho style
clothing (I’m old enough to afford cruising trendy Thrift Shops, and young
enough at heart, to get a kick out of wearing it again), glittery makeup,
and glitzy eyewear is a start. And even though people tell me I look younger
than I am, I’m smart enough to know that I am loooong past 20. Or 40. Or 50: I
will not get swept away by recklessness to the point of ridiculousness as
some widows do.
But, I do intend to have fun!
Bohemian Style After 60
I had a wait in the car for
a bit when I got downtown (refused to wear a mask inside) … and there
was a wait in the optometrist’s office (while the Contact’s order was
scrapped, and $$$ refunded me – they kept half).
I
played a game of Woodoku.
I hadn’t had anything to eat
before I left home, and I was hungry; so, I asked my SIL if she’d like to join me
for lunch, on Commerce. Merry has done so much for me these past 3¼ years. I
wanted to let her know I appreciated her.
When I showed her my new
glasses, she didn’t bat an eye – but she did laugh with me when I
said, “they look very elton john, don’t they? I can’t stand his music, but I
do like these glasses. They are almost as outrageous as his always were.” That
is the type of person I want in my tribe 😊
Timely message; leaving Country Folks Deli.
The eyeglasses case is pink.
I swear – I’ve never had so
much pink in my life, in my entire life!
If Bob is looking down on me,
I’m sure he is as shocked as I am at how suddenly my tomboy lifestyle has been
turned on its ear; and morphed into a pink haze of femininity.
I’m getting used
to it now, but for a while there I
was kinda getting freaked out wondering who the heck this New Me is.
My life is going 'pink' at turbo speed.
And I’m also thinking, that
if Bob is paying any attention at all to what I am doing down here on Earth, he
is howling with laughter as I wear my new glasses … after all, Bob had a
hand in my choosing them 😉
These new glasses aren’t as
colorful as the ones Bob inadvertently {chose} for me about 5 years ago; just
before we bought this house. He pointed them out to me as a joke, but they
spoke to my gypsy soul – and came home with me.
I still burst out in
laughter every time I think of that moment, and the total look of shock when
Bob realized I was actually going to buy them and wear them 😊
Bob inadvertently started the whole 'bling thing'; LOL
I can’t wait to show them off
to my Lexington friends, Friday morning!
I can already hear the hoots
of laughter 😉
Pink Floyd – ‘Shine On, You Crazy Dimond’ song:
