OK, I know it’s not Thorin Thursday yet, but I am really in a Thorin mood at present. Having some new Thorin images with which to play probably helped. It’s not December yet–but it’s getting closer!
Today’s selection from A.Word.A.Day is crow’s feet. I think we all know what the phrase refers to, but just in case you don’t, here’s the definition:
Crow’s feet (noun) wrinkles in skin around the outer corner of the eyes.
I’ll be honest. I’m trying to ward away the crow’s feet from my own eyes. Oh, I know it’s inevitable I will get (more) wrinkles; goodness knows I have no desire to possess one of those plastic faces devoid of all expression. But I do use eye cream, following in the footsteps of my mom who always encouraged us to moisturize. I wear sunglasses to protect my light-sensitive eyes from squinting. I guess I hope to age gracefully.
But certain things I don’t like about my own appearance–such as that spare hunk of flesh under my chin that screams “matronly” or the incipient wrinkles–I adore when it’s part of Mr. A’s visage. The gorgeous young man who played the flirty-girty lifeguard has more–character in that handsome face now.
In some of his studio photos RA’s crow’s feet have been erased or greatly diminished. Even the photo in the background here, which I love, has clearly been tampered with. Of course, that’s standard practice. We know all those actresses and models we see on the covers of magazines or in their 8 x 10 glossies aren’t that perfect, that flawless, that ageless in Real Life. We know Richard himself always wished they would let his hair be mussed and his wrinkles show on Spooks, but they kept coming around and touching things up.
Frankly, Richard’s real face, crow’s feet, crinkles, wrinkles, scars and all suits me just fine. I hope that he won’t ever feel the need or feel pressure to tweak and nip and tuck. He grows more attractive to me with each passing year; I think he’s going to be a beautiful older man, quite distinguished in looks.
It’s just after noon here and I have to have my bedside lamp switched on or else I’d be sitting in the dark. I should be grateful we’ve got electricity. It’s been one storm after another since shortly after I put up my final post last night, some bringing high winds, torrential downpours and fierce lightning. Not restful weather.
Thankfully, no tornadoes in our immediate vicinity or lightning strikes on our house. The storms are likely not over, but for the time being the internet is working and I am going to try to get something accomplished.
After that kind of night, it hasn’t exactly been a productive day. Poor Benny had to go to work after an equally sleepless night. I know he’ll be exhausted by the time he gets home.
With flash flood watches out, I had to call him and make sure he thought he’d be able to get back safely as Highway 50 often floods in low-lying areas. I am my mother’s daughter, and Mama was a worrywart. He assured me he was certain the Jeep would be able to make it fine if he goes “the long way ’round.” I feel better now.
It’s a grey day, but I am in a blue mood–at least in terms of artwork.