becoming Bess

Bess McGrew. 

She's who I want to be when I'm old.

I was thinking about  her the other day,

which led to lamenting about 

how very far I have to go

to be like her.

But then a thought hit me:

perhaps Bess,

hasn't always been Bess! 

Maybe Bess hasn't always been the epitome of beautiful her whole life??

Maybe - there is hope for me yet...

(but I think I will try to find lipstick that stays on my lips

 - if I bother to wear lipstick when I am 100 - 

so I don't leave kiss marks for people to discreetly wipe off ;-)