Like there ever was a difference, I will paint my face with lipstick

"To what a degree the same past can leave different marks-and especially admit of different interpretations."
Sigh. Birthdays.Someone asked me how it feels to be a quarter of a century. Halfway to fifty, he prodded? But, I said, isn't 25 halfway to thirty?

1/2 way to somewhere

 56 hours into being 25, though, I don't feel like more of an adult, or an even-slightly complete human being. Maybe, though, more of a woman. This is the year I will absorb all that there is to appreciate about being a woman. I will embrace...life...love...laughter...lipstick?

Sheerly ripping off Dalmation steez?

1940's Vogue

 Lipstick and polka-dots- combined, enough to inspire this graciously, gratefully 25-year-old ex-girl to finally post after 4 long months of living in the moment. But looking to the past never hurt, either. (That's not looking BACK, by the way. Different baseball game.)
"The distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion."


S.

Exhibit A- Woman

Saturate

Seven decades flew by while we waited in line