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TagOn Getting Older (and Golden Capes)
When I first received the pictures from this photoshoot (which, for the record, I absolutely adore), I momentarily considered asking the photographer to touch up my face. While I got over this reaction almost immediately, I cannot deny this happened*. And for the first time in my life, I didn’t have that impulse because I thought I looked ugly (this has happened on countless occasions), but because I looked old. Or perhaps more precisely, I looked my actual age: in the harsh light outside, you can pretty much count every single one of my 41 years on my face.
Country Living
One of my lovely readers wrote recently that she would like to learn more about Estonia. As she is not the only non-Estonian reader of the blog (it’s about fifty-fifty), this got me thinking. What could I possibly write about that would fit on the blog (a hi..