Do you find yourself surprised and a little indignant when you discover that you’ve entered a new age bracket? I do. And it’s not just on surveys, either. I’ve noticed that the automated settings on exercise machines now have me aged out. It’s as if I’m being given the not-so-gentle suggestion to step off, call my doctor and get her permission before attempting to turn on the machine. All of this surprises me, too, since most days I still feel like I’m 30! Ok, I’ll admit I have noticed a few signs of middle age…like wearing self-prescribed readers over my contacts, not being sure young people are speaking English when they describe what they do for a living, and, having a hot flash now and then. All in all, though, I’m perfectly content to have achieved that “women of a certain age” status. Along with the battle scars comes a sense of perspective and humor – and I wouldn’t trade that for the world.
My latest illustration for women of a certain age…
Almost seemed to draw itself. It’s a bit of me, a bit of my mom, and a bit of all of my BFFs who are walking the path of their fabulosity. I even had the foresight (I took off my glasses so I could see up close) to photograph a few steps of the process.
Here I am adding the skin tones with my Daniel Smith watercolors:
And here is the illustration as it neared completion:
I loved the outcome so much that I decided to turn it into a greeting card –
Because while we women of a certain age are certainly techno savvy, we also know that reaching out via snail mail is still fabulous (and just plain good for the soul!)