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I am an artist, designer, and retired professional hairstylist. Also, a happy wife and fashion enthusiast. Here to connect, share, enlighten, and showcase glamour, along with glimpses from my romantic married life. So, welcome. Please stay awhile. Let's get to know each other. I hope you will enjoy your visit. Thank you for being here. Smooches!

Thursday, February 8, 2018

To Know Him Is To Love Him....
Happy birthday to the better part of me. My heart, my soul, my everything. God has blessed me with the sweetest angel, to walk with, through the rest of our days together. No one can comprehend the magnitude of joy, my husband gives me. He is thoughtful and he is kind. He is patient and he is generous. He's respectful and considerate. He spoils and indulges me. He worships and protects me. He is attentive and so, so loving and romantic. He makes me feel like I'm 16 again, with kisses that make me melt. There's not a day he wakes up without a smile on his face. He's delightful beyond measure, and the sweetest man I've ever known. A man who happily watches Cinderella with me, and holds me arm in arm or hand in hand, as we sleep. This is the man who lets me be me. He lights up my life, and I love him truly, deeply, madly.

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

It's Been A Long Time....

I have neglected my blog for too long. Death and triumph have kept me away. As I recover from a major foot surgery, I torture myself with a mountain of things that I could be doing. So returning to documenting what stands out in my life, is where I begin today.
I'm sixty one years old now, and I've never felt more insecure about my looks. There are physical changes that embarrass me. I was always known for having a pretty face. And now, for me, not so much. Hyperpigmentation has strategically covered my face. I have tried everything, including a celebrity dermatologist. There's a slight improvement, but not enough to be okay with going out, without makeup. I just want to hide, for all of the work it takes, to try to cover it up.
For three whole months, off of my feet, my hair really needs to be done. I can hardly bear the thought of revealing my gray. But, it's showing itself whether I like it or not. Which, I feel, makes me look old and ugly. I thank God, for giving me my angel of a husband, who sets me straight about my worth and my beauty. He sees me, with the same eyes, as twenty years ago. He reminds me often, that how he looks at me, will never ever change.