My dear friend of 50 some years, gave me wonderful gifts for my b'day, among which was a little book of poems by Judith Voirst "
Too Young to be Seventy". In her honor and for my women friends of a certain age I have composed a poem.

Once I turned 70
I took a close look
At the choices I had
from the cosmetic repair book.

I could get an eye lift
I know the tricks of the test.
I'd fail with flying colors
and my lids would look the best.

I could get a tuck
I could use one below
and another on top
to even out you know.

I could get a lift
and again have a butt
that would draw a whistle
and a bit of smut.

I could get my arm wings
removed and made gone
and have my thighs thinned
thus losing a pound.

I already wax my upper lip
and my chin
as much as I fight aging
I just can't seem to win,.

So I guess I'll relax
because, by the time I was done
I'd not only be broke,
but not having fun,.

I might look younger
In the mirror I'd see
Some one else all doctrified
but it would't be me.

I finally scrapped...

As usual, we've been dealing with a few nagging health issues trying to get things under control so we can enjoy the rest of the summer.  I did get 3 layouts done this past couple of week.   The first two are my own creation and the 3rd. is using a sketch from Sketches in Thyme that went live June 14.  Thanks for looking, as always.

I've been scrapping randomly and had these pics of Leighton who will be 6 in Nov. (where did time go?).  Back when I wore glasses all the time she would pretend to wear them too.  And notice, please, how her glasses match her camera...our Ms Fastionista!