I’m told you aren’t supposed to call them wrinkles. I’m getting to be okay with wrinkles. It means I’ve made it this far. And that beats the alternative.

I’m told you aren’t supposed to call them wrinkles. I’m getting to be okay with wrinkles. It means I’ve made it this far. And that beats the alternative.



Yes, I am sitting up straight.
If you have a young daughter, make sure she is screened at around age 12 or so, and if needed, treated before the damage is irreparable.

No makeup, plenty of texture. I see a bit of my grandmother’s face in mine, and that is not a bad thing.

I realize I am a day behind, and I hope to get caught up by posting a second image later today (after I get the groceries bought and the house tidied up).
Sorry all. Nina’s recovery from her surgeries* last Tuesday has been rougher than I would have liked, though she seems to have turned a corner this morning (hoping!), my self-portraits have been pushed to the back burner.
Here’s a weirdly distorted image of Jezebel and me. Although her meow makes her seem larger than she is, she’s really not bigger than me.

*Cherry eye repair; teeth: cleaned and a couple of extractions; nails; removal of a mass on her hind end (waiting for the biopsy results is killing me).

I took Nina to the vet for surgery on her eye today . She’s looking rather unhappy as she had to be fasted and was wondering why the heck mom hadn’t fed her before going for a R-I-D-E.
