I grew up with and around beautiful people, some were just beautiful on the outside, some were beautiful inside and out, some weren’t really beautiful on the outside but were so talented and special it made them beautiful. What impresses me most, what I really value, is beauty on the inside, kindness, intelligence, a great sense of humor, talent, and a truely loving soul. (Ok, I have a big weakness for smartass and witty too) LOL
I appreciate and enjoy beauty, but have found (at least within my family) that with beauty comes vanity, and lots of it. My Grandfather was a very handsome Man. Women were always going on about how good looking he was, (and he was) right up until he died in his 80’s he looked good. He was, very vain though, and would not set foot outside the house until his mustache had been blacked in and everything was just so.
I could not have asked for a better Grandpa, I loved him very much, and his quirk or vanity was just part of him that I accepted because I loved him.
My Grandmother was very good looking when she was young, but as a pale skin redhead, didn’t fare so well with aging, and she resented the heck out of it too. She was a driven aggressive woman in a day and age that really didn’t accept that, and as she got older she became more and more… well, bitchy and bitter. She was known for her wonderful little snide remarks to us her granddaughters when we were in teens or twenties and looking good. "OH, looks like you’ve gained some weight, or is that a wrinkle"? It wasn’t said in fun either. lol
My parents, (who I’ve posted pictures of on here) are both beautiful people, and I will say, as he’s gotten older my Dad lost whatever vanity he had. My Mom, well, she and her sisters were known for their beauty, and to this day all it takes is for a male of any age to speak to her and she thinks he wants her.
My maiden name rhymes with gorgeous, and it was used often in conjunction with my brothers. Each with his own little quirk when it comes to his vanity. The oldest redhead used to fix his hair and then refuse to move his head in fear of it messing up his hair. He’s the closest to me, so I used to give him a bad time about that, and I can still mimic his actions of, "My hair is done, don’t touch it, or even think of touching it". lol
One brother who’s dark like I am, cut a swath through the ladies of this town I live in… unfortunately he was still married at the time.
My only sister, who has gorgeous long red hair is beautiful also, is used to lots of attention, and has a fantastic singing voice, gets rather bent out of shape if she feels she’s being ignored or not given the attention she deserves. OH and if you need to be someplace at a certain time, you have to tell her the time is an hour or two before the real time. She doesn’t go anywhere until everything is just perfect! lol
I have cousins who are drop dead gorgeous, who’ve married beautiful people and have beautiful babies. Some are beautiful and talented. We have Opera singers, Country singers, Artists, Doctors, and all kinds of Scientists.
My only living uncle (on the Italian side) is a tall handsome man. Do you remember Mark Spitz? When he was in the Olympics and won all those gold medals was very famous. Well my uncle looked just like him. We would be in restaurants and people would come up for autographs.
As a kid and even as an adult I used to be amused at their vanity, some times annoyed by it, some times embarrassed. The ones I was close to, I would tease. I always felt like, if not the ugly duckling, at least the plain duckling among the swans. Smug in the fact that I was above all that kinda nonsense…. lol wrong.
I had many instances happen that showed me I was not above vanity, even though I worked hard at not being that way. I guess no matter who we are, we all have a little vanity… even chubby lil Italian mom’s like me!
What brought all of this on? Well the other day I was in the grocery store and ran into Dave. He was my neighbor in the one place we lived the longest. The first boy I kissed, the first one who got me drunk and tried to get to 2nd base. The boy I saw in his underwear more than my own brothers. lol If we hadn’t of moved he probably would have been another first…
Happy as I was to see him and get caught up about how he was and what was going on in his life, my first thoughts were…. OH my gosh, I hope I look good! LMAO
Vanity thy name is Steph! pffft BIG HUGS, Steph
My Mom and Dad (Mom’s picture courtesy of jockfullonuts, he digitally fixed it for me, and did a fantastic job (which I knew he would!) Thanks Jock! (Jock’s a person who’s beautiful inside and out)
This got me to thinking about the blind. I have a dear friend who’s legally blind. He went to School’s and College for the Blind. He just got back from a college reunion (they have one every year) so I thought I’d ask him about vanity and the blind.
His answer, they have most of the same vanities as everyone else. He has a friend who has a beautiful speaking voice and is quite vain about it.
Gordon, my friend, is not totally blind, and says that he like most men fall into the trap of outer beauty when it comes to women, but as he’s gotten older he’s found that inner beauty means more. A man who’s totally blind will tend to go more for inner beauty. I asked, do they still worry about how they look? He said yes. He says even he worries about how his hair is or how his clothes look on him. So, no matter who we are we all have some vanity. lol