Because beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I think our time is best spent finding someone that you think is beautiful, who thinks you are special too. Someone who will fill your heart, your soulmate. Then tell them.
I am so grateful for you in my life.
All the big and small things you do.
Most important: how you love me, how you hold me, how you kiss me, how you look at me.
Popular taste in beauty changes over time. I stood in the antique store staring at this post card, captivated by 1907’s definition of beauty and how much that definition had changed in just over 100 years.
Margueritte B. Frey was chosen in a National Contest by the Chicago Tribune where they spent $100,000 to find her. Margueritte was 29 years old and earning $104 a year working in a bank. She was described as blonde with a pink and white complexion. She was 5’9″ and 10 stone (140 lbs). And she was intelligent, having graduated from Denver East High School. I couldn’t find anything on the prize she collected or what happened to her after 1907, but I hope it was wonderful.
PS – I bought the post card.
Life after 50 