Magpie and Muttonfly

{my brief, and most unofficial, stint as a model; Göteborg, Sweden, 2009}

Did you hear the news?  According to a British survey {conducted for QVC, U.K.} women peak in beauty at thirty-one.  Thirty-one, my friends. 

Now that’s just rude.

Thankfully, the lovely Maddy … of The Maddy Chronicles … tagged me on a challenge: post six things positive things about yourself and post a picture.  So without further ado, my own personal affirmations …

I have curly hair. True, give me a short hair cut and I turn poodle; color my hair a tad too red, then plop me in a rain forest, and I take on an eery resemblance to Ronald McDonald, but other than that, it’s all good.  It disguises the fact that I have extremely thin hair; and I can mousse, scrunch and go in a pinch. 

I laugh.  A lot.  Some may say too much; even I will agree there are times when it’s not-so-very-helpful.  Like getting tickled in church … or the time I was COMPLETELY struck hilarious with the “sharted” bit on Along Came Polly on a first {and, oddly enough, last} date. All embarrassment aside, laughter has seen me through many a blue time. 

I love me a party. A good theme makes me giddy.  And I believe all of life’s events–both big and small–are worthy of celebration!

I’m an oddball. Sure, this may seem a strange positive, but it’s true.  I’m the kid who’s favorite toys included her baby doll … and her little green army men.  I’m the introverted-extrovert.  I’m a nut, and totally serious.  I’m a little bit, of a whole lot–which may seem strange to some, but it’s a huge help when I relate to others.

I’m an optimist. Okay, in all fairness, I’m probably right down the middle on this one too. I can think of every possible scenario … including the really, really bad ones.  Yet, I always seem to settle on the side of optimism.  That’s one reason I keep trying to learn French … because, by George, one of these days it’s bound to stick! 

I have the best family & friends.  Pretty sure.  Not only do I credit them for strengthening my positives, but making me want to grow and better myself … to be beautiful on the inside and out … even if I am past my so-called prime.  They make me the luckiest girl EVER.

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Now, the thing with tagging is you’re suppose to return the love.  But try as a I might, I could not think of a single blogging friend who would join the fun.  SO, tag … you’re ALL it.  Post on your blog {and comment to let me know you did so} or simply comment.  Six positives, my friends … six positives; saying them aloud, as you look in the mirror is optional …