There's a War in My Mind

There are a number of ways to grow older.
I've chosen an unfamiliar path, an exhilarating one I feel most comfortable traveling along.
Until now.
It's not an unfamiliar feeling.
I vividly recall the unwelcome surprises adolescence visited upon my body ... changes I wasn't ready for and lashed out at without success.
It happened again during pregnancy and post-birth with #1 Son ... stretch marks like welts disappearing into secret places.
More physical and emotional changes went with the second, third and fourth big babies I carried, birthed and fed.
Then a lull, a time when walking, running, yoga and most of all dancing, became my joys.
Then I gave up alcohol and watched my bloated face disappear and cheekbones reappear.
More recently I've liked the creases around my eyes and neck ... now they are deeply etched and I realize yet again, I am unprepared for the next stage of permanent physical changes that come with aging.
The creases and lines are there on "good" days and "bad", while although menopause hasn't even started knocking at the door, it's something I'll need to start thinking and reading about.
Dear reader, this is not a fishing expedition.
I need no reassurance.
I'm just putting it out there ... I'm talking about ageing, toying once again with the concept, getting accustomed to looking older than I did a few months ago.
And as always I tell myself and anyone who will listen, if we're lucky we'll get to live to a ripe old age.
Life is beautiful.
Yesterday I took my neck crepe to the Salvos where The Stylist snapped off a few pics of her happy but extremely tired Mama.
Fatigue seems to be a permanent state for me these days.
Again ... not complaining, it's just a fact of life.

Black sequin beret, 1950s layered slips, Papua New Guinea bilum bag, necklace and earrings - op shops Leather jacket - retail sale Layered tights - Sock Dreams Miss Camel Toe t-shirt - Ms Mink Shoes - Dolls Kill sale





Later that day, I took The Stylist to a birthday party where she dressed as Bat Girl.

I guess that makes me Bat Mama here.
Careful of those hooves! Like Mama's, they've got some real leverage and she seems relieved at being taught to accept growth spurts as a means to becoming stronger. I hope growing up is easier for my sons and daughter, than it was for me and my peers.
When her cape didn't work out, I chopped the back off one of her brother's t-shirts, leaving the neckband intact so she could pull it over her head. And I painted a pretty lame upside down bat and told her it was asleep - heehee.

My knitting skills are at the uber-beginner stage, but I made these two pairs of fingerless mittens for our cold mornings.
They're brilliant for using with touch screens.
Here's the super-easy tutorial to make them.
I thought I'd show you my hair in the wave clips I used to create today's 1930s-style hair-do ... with extra pinkage!
1930s Hair with Wave Clips from Desiree on Vimeo.
I do hope you've enjoyed a spectacular weekend, every one of you! Baci, Desiree xx