Tuesday, 26 June 2018
The march of time
The last portrait I had taken was a couple of years ago on my birthday so I asked my daughter to take another this year. I don't think I look all that much different... a few more fine lines, I suppose. Not much you can do to halt the march of time, short of a facelift, but at least we have the benefit of make-up and modern hairstyling to soften the look. I was looking back at photos of my grandmother and aunts at a similar age. They look positively ancient in comparison. (And sadly, my maternal grandmother didn't even make it to her sixties.) Grey hair, perms and unflattering specs served to emphasis their age. Indeed, even in photos at twenty years younger they look older than I do now! They all had good skin though and that has been passed on to me. I've so much to be grateful for.