Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Wednesday 30th January
Here is a little photo of the path where I walk often.
Tonight my niece and I walked together. The path runs behind houses which are situated on both sides. It meanders nicely beneath shady trees. I have walked it many times. Pushed the pram down here when my son was a baby. Walked three different dogs down along it over many years. Jogged along it. Listened to music when traversing it. The path used to be black asphalt but a few years ago the local council redid it.
It's a path of many memories.
Do you have a twin out there somewhere? Has someone said to you that you look like someone else? I have known identical twins and I find the idea of that fascinating on many levels. Twins, in general, fascinate me. To begin life sharing a womb amazes me.
But I digress.
Yesterday one of the office guys came in. He asked me if I had seen a particular advertisement on television. I said I had not and asked why? He told me that the woman on the advert had the same mouth as mine.
Over the years I have been told I look like many different women who have appeared on television or in a magazine.
One year it I was told by a couple of men that I looked like a Penthouse Pet. It was the April pet. Many years ago of course. I went to find out what this April Pet looked like but was too embarrassed to buy the magazine.
Another year I was informed many times that I looked like a particular model on a shoe advert on television. Today I looked at the advert on YouTube and the only similarity I can see is that she has dark hair.
Very often I got that I looked just like the singer from the pop group The Bangles. Also was compared to Kate Bush. And, when I had dark hair, now and then compared to Nigella Lawson (oh, how divine would that be). I think dark hair combined with dark eye make up makes everyone look the same in the end.
These days it's more than likely someone will say that I look like Emmy Lou Harris because of my hair. That's nice too.
However, now that I am really old (by advertising and popular culture standards) I have been reduced to looking like someones mouth. Is that the last thing on the body to fall in a heap?
So, when I die, I shall be remembered for my mouth.
Which maybe is better than being remembered what came out of my mouth.........