My birthday is on Friday and I am celebrating by giving you a present! Come to my virtual party this week and leave a comment. On Friday, I will draw a name from the group and the winner will be gifted with this lovely Fragment. That's my grandmother in the photo, Lulu Vivian. The quote reads: If you ask me what I came into this world to do, I will tell you; I came to live out loud. ~ Emile Zola
Bibbie, (she would never let us use the G word and I could not say Vivian and boy, she hated Lulu), certainly lived out loud. A flapper in the 20s, she had red hair and oh! she loved to dance. She was one of 13 kids but only ended up having one daughter, my mom, who gave birth to me on November 16, 1952. I think the only thing we had in common is that I, too, love to dance. As Grandmas go, she wasn't the cuddly, loving type, full of stories, sweets and smooches.
But enough about her. It's all about me, the birthday girl, this week! It's the official kick-off of my year of discoveries in the studio, grandma goodtimes, health & exercise, resting & reading, setting new goals and making plans for my next 10 years. When I was approaching 40 I once told a friend how forward I was looking to becoming 40. I saw it as a time of coming into my own, knowing who I was and want I wanted out of life (finally). To me 40 wasn't old, it was a time of finally having arrived. Her response was, "Wait until you turn 50. It only gets better." I felt that she had just revealed a part of the secret knowledge that only "mature" women are privy too. Well let me tell you, ladies. She was right. It does keep getting better. And I'm livin it all OUT LOUD.