Here is Looking at you Kid

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Grandmother often said to me that she felt young, not one day older than a child! That the thoughts she had or the feelings she felt seemed to be basically the same as when she was in her twenties. The only indication that she was growing older she’d say, was her reflection in the mirror!

"I see myself in the mirror and think, WHO are YOU! That old lady certainly can’t be me! Where did she come from? How can I feel this young and look that old?! Who I see in the mirror does not reflect the "me" I know! So I don’t look in mirrors anymore!"

Feeling young runs in my family’s blood; My Father rides a Harley Davidson, and can keep up with any of my four brothers. My Mom wakes up before six in the morning everyday, and goes like a motorized bunny until nightfall. What I see in them is a passion for life; they are motivated by the day to day simple pleasures of living. There isn’t anything, certainly not age; to keep them down.

The mirrors in my home are antiques. The mercury glass is spotted with age, looking in them I barely can differentiate myself from the dots, spots, creases and other effects of the antique glass. I don’t feel like an energized bunny, nor could I manage to ride a Harley Davidson, Mostly I hear the words of my Grandmother…"Who are you?" When I see myself in a mirror the shocking reality hits me; I have to buy new mirrors or dye my grey hair!      



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14 responses to “Here is Looking at you Kid”

  1. oh ! I am the same as your grandma. I think young and feel young and when I look in the mirror, I am sometimes shocked at the image I see – not one of the 24 yr old I think I am. But I often look in the mirror and think who are you ? odd, isn’t it? it’s like as if we don’t know ourselves. ooh this is getting quite deep.
    Tongue in Cheek responds: Oh Miss Robyn you are much younger than my Grandmother!! When my Grandmother talked about her reflection in the mirror she was nearly 80.

  2. oh and by the way – what is that red piece of fabric in the reflection of the mirror? and also the iron work? is it a bedhead of some kind?

  3. It IS most definitely all in the thinking (and maybe a little in the genes;). I come from a family who thinks like yours. Getting old is something we just don’t talk about. It was always very taboo to even bring it up as a topic of conversation. Everyone in my family plans poorly for retirement because they simply hate talking about age! 😆 But the difference between my French mother-in-law and my own mother (who is actually 12 years older than her) is startling!

  4. I hate looking in the mirror as well. And when I do…like you all…I think to myself…”Who are you?” I wonder if men have these same thoughts!!

  5. My love for aged mirrors has been around for a long time…..as I’m looking into them I like to imagine just how many others were there before me?…their hair and clothing styles. Beautiful mirror Corey! Do you know its’s age?
    Tongue in Cheek responds: This mirror belongs to a friend, I loved how it caught the reflection of her backyard. I would guess the mirror to be around 1920s…

  6. You are as young as you feel!
    This is a German saying and I think it’s international too.
    Well have you ever tried to dye your hair? I’m quite lucky I have no grey hair yet, but that must be the genes, because even my mum who is 67 has almost no grey hairs.

  7. The reflexion of our mirror is just simply beautiful to me. Please, keep the mirrors we have and your grey hair too …
    Tongue in Cheek responds: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Tears in my eyes! French Husband wrote this message to me!! And it ain’t even Valentines Day! Lucky me!

  8. Enjoyed this post! I like to think that we just keep getting better with the years. I’m enjoying my second childhood now and have no intention of out-growing it either!

  9. what an incredibly beautiful mirror. i’ve heard myself say your grandmother’s very words…”who are you?”
    and about the grey hair…i say leave it…what the hell

  10. I don’t feel any different in my head..but then when I glance in the mirror, or look at my children..I remember my age. It is just a reminder to me that time passes quickly and each moment should be cherished..and whatever I am doing, to be all there.
    How sweet your DH is..!

  11. oh your husband is a sweetie! yes, you are a lucky gal (me too)

  12. What a lovely mirror. My Mother sometimes said she did not feel old in her mind..just her body. After all, the real ‘us’ is ageless…we will live eternally the Bible tells us and I believe it! I am feeling my age..getting tired out sooner and getting those streaks of grey glinting among the brown. In spite of that small drawback, I find life never seemed so good with so many interesting things to do. When I was a child and a teen…time dragged something terrible. Now that I am older the days and years seem to slip by so quickly as I enjoy life = ).

  13. You really paint a picture with your words and photos!
    I’m so impressed!
    Melissa

  14. When I look into a mirror I see my mother, not me, for I am still young (aren’t I?). Who is this woman with white hair, sagging face and rounded curves? Not I! How strange to be 25 on the inside and 53 on the outside. Yet, I would not give up a day of the wisdom and experience I have acquired to look young again.
    LOVE your blog. Wish I could discover french antiques with you!

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