My mother was gorgeous. The sculptor Noguchi stopped by her table in a NYC restaurant to tell her to never change her hair style, so she never did. Every morning, she’d “do her face,” a tradition that my daughter inherited. My mother told me I was beautiful, but it never sank in. I had other things I valued more, and never took the time for more than eyeliner. Now, at 77, I should, but still can’t. I did Botox for a while to correct a frown that existed, even when happy. I darken my hair a bit so I won’t look like a white haired old lady, but I’ve stopped spending money on expensive cuts. I’d still rather make art, learn and write. I’ll leave the face lifts to my aging friends though I do hate my neck.
My mother was gorgeous. The sculptor Noguchi stopped by her table in a NYC restaurant to tell her to never change her hair style, so she never did. Every morning, she’d “do her face,” a tradition that my daughter inherited. My mother told me I was beautiful, but it never sank in. I had other things I valued more, and never took the time for more than eyeliner. Now, at 77, I should, but still can’t. I did Botox for a while to correct a frown that existed, even when happy. I darken my hair a bit so I won’t look like a white haired old lady, but I’ve stopped spending money on expensive cuts. I’d still rather make art, learn and write. I’ll leave the face lifts to my aging friends though I do hate my neck.