Mirror, mirror

Our dinner party turned out wonderfully.  Even though I had a few green beans fall under the steaming basket and cause a bit of a smoky flavoring, one of my friends said she really liked the smokiness.  I didn’t tell her what happened.

I gave the slippers to my friend and she loved them.  I think they were the first knitted item I’ve given her.  I must remedy that.

Great food, great wine, great company.

I promised a picture of the wine glass markers I made the other night.  (Click on the picture to enlarge.)  They were a big hit with the women.  The men, well, they were mildly impressed.

Wine Glass Markers

A few nights ago while I was setting out these wine glasses, I looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror above the buffet.  Sometimes I’m surprised by what I see.

Most of the time I just see the parts of the face and not the whole.  Sometimes I see a tired woman.  Sometimes I see a sad woman.  And sometimes I see an old woman I just don’t recognize.  But this time a contented, confident, relaxed, and (if I may be so bold to say) beautiful woman looked back at me.  And I was surprised.  She’s my favorite woman who I see in the mirror. 

Every now and then I see myself as beautiful and that evening was one of those times.  It completely caught me off guard. 

Who do you see in the mirror?

3 thoughts on “Mirror, mirror

  1. I didn’t see see the markers until I enlarged the picture. Nice!

    When I look in the mirror, I see a tired old person – surely it’s not someone I know.

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  2. I try not to dwell too much on what is in the mirror.

    You see in the mirror what I saw when I looked at you every day! You are a beautiful person!

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