Changing Image

I spent the last several days at the annual convention of one of my favorite groups of women. I spent time with my Much Older Sister, and we talked about Important Things. Oddly, this blog's favorite topic (pantyhose) did not come up even once.

A highlight of the trip was hugging the woman who gave me my first professional job, and I remembered a conference the two of us attended when I was just a pup and she was more or less the age I am now. We shared a room, and when the alarm went off I bounced out of bed ready to face the day. C had been up for a  while and was putting the finishing touches on her make-up.

"How can you look so fresh the first thing in the morning?" she asked me, laughing. "You look like a new daffodil."

I didn't know what she meant until yesterday, when my hotel mirror reflected this face:

Then: Daffodil. Now: Angry Shar Pei. 

Father Time thinks he's so, so funny.