There are certain parts of the body that resist change as the years go by. They can’t wait to be recognized. Skip the face, ignoring the hair. Hair loses its vigor to cling to ridiculous and sometimes outrageous whims and stylistic acrobatics, and while interesting, faces are constantly changing, for better or worse, as videos of life lived over the years. increase.
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So let’s start with the underrated earlobes. No-frills ears are funny, and piercings open up a whole new world. Men and women alike know their allure, and some have made bizarre auditory accessories such as hoops and studs a daily celebration. After scrutinizing in the mirror, it’s a wise man to edit and delete something.
During my freshman year of college, I suddenly, overwhelmingly, had to get my ears pierced at once, desperately needing to call my dad to help me get the needle through my tough skin. Did. I had to lose my earrings.
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Now let’s analyze the wrist. As canvases for colognes, bracelets and watches, they really know how to hold their own and maintain their appearance. . But my wrists are crying for adornments, and while most of my bracelets are costume baubles, I do have some good pieces, a gift from my husband: Blanche Du from A Streetcar Named Desire.・Like Boa, I sometimes try on and model my collection for his one audience. don’t judge.
A single pearl can be counted on for any dress-up occasion. Why would a woman over 40 purposely draw attention to her neck? As necks go, mine isn’t the worst. It’s served me well, but it’s not tight and swanky.Pearls are elegant and classic. They remind me of happy times, are synthetic cameos in sorority clubs, and can turn a casual day into something special, if not a party. Ignore the warning not to wear it. Thanks to my hygienist, my pearls are white enough that they can’t fight my pearl of choice.
Rumor has it that they do not gain weight, but they are capricious creatures. They are happy to change with age and mileage. My head says: buy shoes anyway. I love quirky shoes and haunt sales racks where the best, rarest, flat-heeled shoes lurk. My underfoot apparel is sneakers, so I never run out of special shoes, I just donate them when I no longer like them. One of the saddest days of my life was when I was packing up a box of those high quality high heels I wore to work. It still takes my breath away when I think of the eye-catching dressy shoes of yesteryear. Age, joints, and disc replacement have driven nails into that opulent coffin.
This essay is a tribute to my late mother, Olive Kelly. She never left town without buying the latest sandals, scuffs, slippers, or pretty lace-ups for her little daughters to wear to church and school.She also dime the best in her store. I purchased jewelry, socks and accessories from Luckily, I have an understanding husband who will never question why she needs 5 pairs of shoes with dog images stamped on them. Just knowing that a colorful collection exists fills me with joy.
