Wednesday, January 24, 2007

The Wrinkle Fairy

Well, while I was sleeping, the Wrinkle Fairy came and laid another couple on me. See, right there, at the corners of my mouth racing past my chin? Good grief. My little fat cheeks have slid down my face into little pouches surrounded by wrinkles. This aging business ain't for sissies. Who is that old woman?
At this rate my boobs will be at my knees and my chins at my waist line before long. I don't look very happy about it, do I? I have discovered a new reason, however, to smile. Those little lines just march right up hill and join the crowd around the eyes. Much more acceptable around the eyes, I think.

And I really don't have a black eye, just some dark circles from this darn bronchitis. Plus I got a little carried away with cerulean blue...oh well.

7 comments:

Lin said...

OH MY GOSH -- YOU DREW MY FACE !!! WHAT A GREAT SKETCH -- AND HON, THE BAGS UNDER MY EYES NEED A CLERK TO HAUL SOMEWHERE! GREAT JOB!

Sandy said...

Boy oh boy can I relate - What a great sketch!!! I hope with a nice shower you will see a fresher face and I can tell you are a kid inside forever!
Sandy

Teri said...

Oh too funny!! Great sketch and commentary!

Margaret McCarthy Hunt said...

LOVE this ....and darned if i dont understand about those dang wrinkles...we all have our trust fund for our face lifts started at work:>

Linda said...

Ha! Great drawing and writing! I also got visited by the cellulite troll...
>-(

Marit Cooper said...

Thank you for your comment about my mum. It's funny, 'cause I talked to her about what I'd written on my blog, and she said that's just how she feels. She'll be 70 next year and she said that she follows the changes, new wrinkles, dark spots etc, with fascination. She actually enjoys aging, finds it interesting. She thinks it's funny how the younger generation now treats her with respect, especially on her travels, "as if I was a little old lady"! The whole of life is for living, every last drop of it and there's now point in getting upset about it. One just has to grab hold of something steady, like God, or Love, or Bliss, and hang on and try to enjoy the ride. Obviously I inherited my positive attitude towards my own ageing process from my mum, so I hope I can give the same gift to my four daughters :-)

Lydia Velarde said...

I think it's terrific with all the bright colors!