The Golden Years
As I look at recent photos of myself, it occurs to me that it’s a pity that we cannot always pick the time and place for things. I am not one to put myself out there, and now I must! But it’s for something I believe in with all my heart.
Still! I have been sewing for almost as long as I can remember. Why not then?
And look! Here’s young Hazel! With the red hair and everything! Why not then?
Why not when one can look glamorous doing ordinary things?
Then again, sometimes even back then I looked practically ready for a rest home:
So perhaps I will accept things as they are. Besides, there’s always Nina…