Sunday, April 14, 2013

Lynn's Comments: When I look at this now, I smile. I was not yet forty, but I could see myself aging. Every wrinkle was worrisome. The tiniest hint of an eye bag sent me looking for creams. We had been married for a few years and I was wearing some pretty tattered nightgowns. I didn't care much about looking good when I went to bed... as long as the face looked good in the morning.

Now that I'm 65, I have given up on the face, but I wear pretty nightgowns--I seem to be doing things in reverse!