It's really no wonder my concept of home decoration is what it is. In the house I grew up in the only available full length mirror was of the $10 cardboard-backed variety. It wasn't mounted on the wall it was propped here and there in the tiny upstairs hallway, wherever the viewer wanted it most.
Probably my first memory is of waking up on my fourth birthday and going to look in that mirror. It was leaning against the doorframe of my room and the sun was coming into the hallway where I stood from my room in those clear beams that make everything look very soft focus. I was wearing something blue, I think just a pale blue long sleeved shirt and underwear, no pants.
I looked in that mirror and I felt four. My legs were longer than they'd been the night before, so was my hair and it was wavy and maybe even blonder. I was old. I knew things. I was ready to take the world by the balls and it felt great.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Just a number?
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I felt like that when I turned 35. Somehow, 35 was a REAL number - I felt substantial and conseqential and authentic at 35. It's carried over for quite a few years, this feeling of being a genuine grown-up. I kind of like it.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday to you, my dear, precious friend. I hope you have a wonderful day, despite the frickin' museum being closed on Tuesdays.
You know how much I love you, but I'll keep telling you, anyway.....
Happy Happy Day Sally. You are an amazing woman, full of light and grace and just enough balls to kick someone else in theirs if they need it. My kind of woman! To an amazing year! (am raising my coffee cup to you now) Happy Birthday!!! would that we could have midnight margaritas in your honor. Someday. SOON.
ReplyDeletehappy birthday!
ReplyDeleteMrs Chili said come over and sing Happy Birthday. You'll have to listen really hard. :)
ReplyDeleteAlright Kizzeroo! Happy Birthday! I remember 35--that's about when they stopped asking me for ID at bars and liquor stores.
ReplyDeleteRick was kind enough to take some hinting from Chili and make me seem younger. Actually I'm 6 days older than her and my real age now is...38. I tell you all this so that when I'm standing in line at say, the passport office or the audition for Jeopardy or something and completely boggle at the "How old are you?" question one of you can help me out. In my late 20s there was about a year when I had no idea how old I was at all, could not answer that question without a painful break for calculation.
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