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.
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?
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.
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!
Still getting caught up on your blog. I love this post about seeing your reflection. “She’s my favorite woman”. Loved that!