An "old" woman. Reading.

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My fervent hope was that my hair would be at least this long by May.

(It's the little things, isn't it? Well, it always has been.)

Then I saw this image. (Sorry for the blur. Mr. M-mv is many good things, but photographer -- or even "focuser" -- is not one of them.)

May is out of the question, obviously. We're looking at August. At least. Maybe even October. Sigh. Grow, hair! Grow!

Anyway. Is it just me, or does the image to the left (which is -- GASP! -- six years old (!)) bear a faint resemblance to this one?

Yes, Rembrandt's An Old Woman Reading (1655).

You see, the new title was really just a neat bit of synchronicity / serendipity / synthesis:

1. I've been jokingly calling myself "old woman" -- or "'old' woman" -- since I turned, oh, forty, and now that I am on the cusp of fifty, well, it seems practically fitting.

2. Over the winter break, we saw Rembrandt's Portrait of the Artist (ca. 1665) at the Milwaukee Museum of Art (which hosted "Rembrandt, Van Dyck, Gainsborough: The Treasures of Kenwood House, London through January 13). This led us to revisit some of our materials on the artist, which, in turn, led to my (re)discovery of  An Old Woman Reading (1655).

3. Earlier this month, I went in search of an image to show my new stylist: This! This is the goal! And I found the image in this post.

4. Last week, as I cast about for new ideas for this place on the web, I came across a drawing I did for one of our art classes a few years ago: An old woman. The old woman in the sidebar, in fact.

In my head, it all made sense.

(What made the most sense, of course, was simply shutting down after I had downloaded a copy of nearly ten years' worth of thoughts and images. But I couldn't. quite. do. it. Not yet.)

Hence, An Old Woman Reading.