In my twenties you wouldn’t have caught me…

In my twenties, you wouldn’t have caught me dead without full make-up, including foundation, loose powder, eye shadow, blush, lipstick, mascara — the works.

At 60.3, it’s liberating to wear little more on my face than a smile. Buck snapped this picture last night. I was sitting cross-legged on a coffee table taking pictures of him with Maggie on his lap when he asked for the camera.

When I started Ten Little Years, I thought it would be cool to journal my own decade between age 60 and 70.

Got away from it for a while, but I’ll be dipping in and out here. Join the conversation if you’re of a mind.

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