Thalia stands in front of her reflection. The handle of a teaspoon rests between her lips. The bowl of the spoon moves up and down. “Hmmm… I see.” Nia squints and watches muscles in action. “Focus a little more on the right side? For balance sake?” The sound of metal meeting porcelain reverberates. “This — is — so — fuhhhhhn!”
I grew up being told, “Don’t play with your food.” But never, “Don’t play with your utensils!” The colors on the spoons is mysterious. Cosmic? Reminiscent of days long ago coloring Easter eggs?
The idea of an exercise to brighten faces without cosmetics is appealing. The Muses seem completely on board!
Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong sang “Oh no you can’t take that away from me.” A message for the ages.
I was wearing a blue jacket that is mirrored in the spoons. 😁
Trying face yoga instead of creams, injections, retinol... etc is right in line with who we want to be. I don't know if you've noticed... that we have a little stubborn streak and like to find our own way forward. 🤷🏻♀️
Also... I've been thinking about how feeling resilient, self-motivated, and empowered is absolutely priceless -- worth more than all of the money in the world. When we embrace growing into the best versions of our selves... that is something that cannot be taken away.
I’ve offered in the past that my “thinking” is often in mechanical processes. Thinking of the light reflected from the spoon, a principle of physics came to mind: “The angle of incidence is equal to the angle of reflection.” Incidence refers to where the light landed. Reflection is just that, the light bouncing off from where it landed to begin with.
So said, there is other incident/reflected light that strikes the spoons. The creamy/ivory hue? Ceiling? The darker segments??? A zipper? A lining of your jacket? A, a, a...
I think what I really accomplished was to show my stubborn unwillingness to ask for another’s help. “Hey, Gail? Where in that area does the ivory-ish color appear?”
I’ve shared that I walked away from high school physics class with a D? What fascinates me is the mark I allowed that “failure” to leave on my life. Since… I’ve often thought of myself as inferior when it comes to math/science. No time like the present to start erasing such nonsense.
I’m guessing the ivory color is from the ceiling’s paint — “interactive cream” IIRC.
A prescient color name! I’ve often thought what a job naming colors for paint indices must be like. How long do they stay in that occupation? Large companies-Benjamin Moore and Sherwin Williams, to name a couple-retain some standards. Ceiling variations on white. But tastes and design trends sort of beg for change. Both creation of new chips and renaming of old colors require namers. What is the inspiration for new, trendy names? 🤔
I'm looking at it like receiving vaccines. With every video I become more and more comfortable with who I am -- therefore, I'm more disease resistant. 😉
At 74... I see why some people get facelifts! 😳 I’d be doing face yoga the rest of my life if that became anymore frightening when I look in the mirror. Shaving, tooth brushing, flossing. 😊
To be honest, writing about facial appearance techniques is a bit trivial, but for me it serves as a much larger metaphor for living.
Many years ago I had a lot of shoulder and neck pain. I started with visits to a chiropractor. Nothing against the profession, but this doctor was a lemon. When I asked him for exercises or something I could do to help myself his response was something like... "Come back in two days."
I moved on. A physical therapist offered me exercises and massage. This, combined with regular yoga practice eventually led to healing. I had to learn how to relax certain muscles and strengthen others.
A note from Loveletterist:
Video making gave us a nudge. 😂
Seeing oneself up close on camera can be -- shocking!
The muses and I have been experimenting with face yoga poses and massage for about two weeks. We toss in exercises while driving and/or walking.
Every night we take 15-30 minutes to enjoy one of the many video tutorials available on YouTube.
The self-care feels luxurious.
And... we guide our destiny, becoming our own magic potion!
It's an all around win.
We are 55 and do not expect to lose our well-earned lines, but some pink in our features is apt reward.
I grew up being told, “Don’t play with your food.” But never, “Don’t play with your utensils!” The colors on the spoons is mysterious. Cosmic? Reminiscent of days long ago coloring Easter eggs?
The idea of an exercise to brighten faces without cosmetics is appealing. The Muses seem completely on board!
Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong sang “Oh no you can’t take that away from me.” A message for the ages.
Happy glowing faces!
I was wearing a blue jacket that is mirrored in the spoons. 😁
Trying face yoga instead of creams, injections, retinol... etc is right in line with who we want to be. I don't know if you've noticed... that we have a little stubborn streak and like to find our own way forward. 🤷🏻♀️
Also... I've been thinking about how feeling resilient, self-motivated, and empowered is absolutely priceless -- worth more than all of the money in the world. When we embrace growing into the best versions of our selves... that is something that cannot be taken away.
I’ve offered in the past that my “thinking” is often in mechanical processes. Thinking of the light reflected from the spoon, a principle of physics came to mind: “The angle of incidence is equal to the angle of reflection.” Incidence refers to where the light landed. Reflection is just that, the light bouncing off from where it landed to begin with.
So said, there is other incident/reflected light that strikes the spoons. The creamy/ivory hue? Ceiling? The darker segments??? A zipper? A lining of your jacket? A, a, a...
I think what I really accomplished was to show my stubborn unwillingness to ask for another’s help. “Hey, Gail? Where in that area does the ivory-ish color appear?”
I may need more than face yoga...
I’ve shared that I walked away from high school physics class with a D? What fascinates me is the mark I allowed that “failure” to leave on my life. Since… I’ve often thought of myself as inferior when it comes to math/science. No time like the present to start erasing such nonsense.
I’m guessing the ivory color is from the ceiling’s paint — “interactive cream” IIRC.
A prescient color name! I’ve often thought what a job naming colors for paint indices must be like. How long do they stay in that occupation? Large companies-Benjamin Moore and Sherwin Williams, to name a couple-retain some standards. Ceiling variations on white. But tastes and design trends sort of beg for change. Both creation of new chips and renaming of old colors require namers. What is the inspiration for new, trendy names? 🤔
Boy do I ever get the video thing! I see every line and trust me, I earned too many of them! 😂🤣😂
It's kind of a jolt at first, eh?
I'm looking at it like receiving vaccines. With every video I become more and more comfortable with who I am -- therefore, I'm more disease resistant. 😉
#Shocking 😱
At 74... I see why some people get facelifts! 😳 I’d be doing face yoga the rest of my life if that became anymore frightening when I look in the mirror. Shaving, tooth brushing, flossing. 😊
To be honest, writing about facial appearance techniques is a bit trivial, but for me it serves as a much larger metaphor for living.
Many years ago I had a lot of shoulder and neck pain. I started with visits to a chiropractor. Nothing against the profession, but this doctor was a lemon. When I asked him for exercises or something I could do to help myself his response was something like... "Come back in two days."
I moved on. A physical therapist offered me exercises and massage. This, combined with regular yoga practice eventually led to healing. I had to learn how to relax certain muscles and strengthen others.
The dance of life?