A favorite blogger writes: "What has happened to all the women who are done with child-rearing? Young voices permeate the blogosphere." What do sixty-something women do with their lives, especially if they do not have full-time jobs? We're here to find that out.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Loupe
There's a tiny new gallery in town. It's all about artist-made jewelry. This isn't the sort of thing I would be buying; in truth I don't buy much of anything. But today was just about looking and admiring, not buying. Some of the pieces I loved most were made of polymer clay, a material that I would have considered more "crafty" than "arty", though who knows quite what the difference really is. Here's a peek through the window at today's opening champagne reception.
I'm sixty-five. I still live in the same suburban NJ house where I raised my three daughters. They wonder what I do all day. Now they will be able to find out, and so will I.
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