Things will never be the same again.
It's a changing of the guard.
The end of an era.
The fat lady is singing.
"Ain't gonna happen" finally happened.
It's not the end of the world, but close.
The bridge had to be crossed.
The dog finally barked.
The boots done walked.
You thought I was making a political statement, didn't you. Not on your life! Not on this blog! (I'm just full of platitudes today)
Here is me at 18:
Look at those eyes! Young, beautiful, clear sighted eyes. Emphasis on young.
Now here is me 26 years later:
It finally happened. My eyes started to get old on me. I now have stitching (reading) glasses. It sucks. It's the first sign that my kids are right when they tell me that I am old. I wrote off the saggy boobs, droopy butt and jiggly tummy to having 4 kids. Easily justified. I just can't seem to find a way to blame my needing reading glasses on my kids...yet...I'm sure I'll come up with something!
6 comments:
I can so relate. I look a lot like that when stitching. The eyes don't seem to focus as good any more. Im am told that your eyes are tired at night and don't work as good. Good excuse I suppose. You look very dignified anyway
I got the reading assistance about 3 years ago. Makes a big difference, huh?
You can blame it on the kids from the years of reviewing their homework assignments.
Well, the eyes have it! LOL!
Thank you for entering my tatting giveaway for OWOH! Good luck to you.
Blame the sleepless nights rocking crying babies and trying to peer at the clock in the dark to see what time it is on your weak eyes:)
Your so sweet looking.Wanted to thank you for dropping by come back and pleasae pick up your new award from me .
hugs ginger
What a beautiful picture of you at 18, AND 26 years later too! I must say though, that it hasn't taken me 26 years later to feel like I need reading glasses.
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