March 23, 2011 § 1 Comment
I have a birthday coming up. The one after 39. And my Mother decided to send me a most fabulous gift, which arrived just this afternoon: Vintage copies of American, British and French Vogue from the month and year I was born.
Aside from looking at all of the fabulous things I could have worn if I were an adult then, I was particularly taken with American Vogue’s 39-year-old cover girl that month:
If anyone asked me when I was growing up who was the most beautiful woman in the world, I would have said “Elizabeth Taylor”. And if anyone asked me as an adult who was way ahead of her time and had done so very much for AIDS research and acceptance, I would have to say “Elizabeth Taylor”. Nice bookends to a rather amazing life, no?
Even today, I always liked knowing that she was around doing her thing, whatever it may have been*, and how she just Got On With Things. I plan to keep that in mind as I celebrate my birthday. I also plan to remember that I am an awfully lucky girl and that helping those who are less so when you can is beautiful, too:
Here’s to Dame Taylor and to a cure.
Ms. 39 (for a few more weeks, anyway)
*Except Larry Fortensky — I never trusted him. It was the hair.