psssst...

quote this

{ "When sexuality, style, humor and playfulness all come together
along with a bit of innocence
well
that’s when a burlesque show becomes great." }

...and this

{ "I believe that everything happens for a reason
People change so that you can learn to let go
things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right
you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself
and
sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together." }

...and this one....also

Old Age is a Gift

Old Age, I decided, Is A Gift.

I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.

I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.

They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)
*As shamelessly "borrowed" from the blog, {S.T.U.F.F.}*

And with that, my luv-lies, have a
Happy Weekend!

Happy Bird Day!!!

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Happy Happy!

hope that your holiday cheer is not blindsided

InsPiraTiOn...

luvly toille + feminine footwear

five finger bling

neck drapery

...*wishlist*

My Thoughts are Pretty

it hardly seems fair to have to wait to use this for 'a rainy day'. I luv the magic of the flowers...

being a 'bag lady' has its pretty side...

if my world must go around, I want the seat to pretty *sigh* & the view phenomenal...

Directive...

MenEssentials

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and a Shoe that I can't live without....

Vintage Attic

Lately, I've been looking back with amazement at all the emotional, physical, spiritual and--let's not forget--technological changes the world and I have been through.

After all, I grew up without computers, when a phone call or a jukebox song was a dime, when Disco was king, when gossiping with your friends happened face to face, and when a notebook, pen, and a good book were the best entertainment.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, to bastardize Dickens. We also had the energy crisis, Watergate, bad hair, bell-bottoms, Queen and Twisted Sister.

 But you never had to answer a demanding cell phone at all hours, check emails, or go online to find your friends.

I guess I've lived through a lot. *endearing smirk*

Pieces

Function...

worn. fitted. familiar.

Now. For Something Pretty.

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Adorable.  Aren't these the most adorable 'something pretty'?  I found them blog strolling and Etsy hopping.
You know what I like about these strolls & hops? ....
.....you find the cutest little treasures...

Life....easy

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