Menopause

Sail On, Silver Girls…

I painted the woman above in my acrylics class. I can’t claim her as original.¬†I found her online. My teacher encourages us to copy in order to study the techniques of accomplished artists.

My classmate, Nancy, brought in cool silver paint, so I changed the woman’s skin color to silver. I wanted her to represent any ethnicity. While I was touching up her¬†hands, the song flashed into my head. You know:

Sail on silver girl
Sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine
Oh, if you need a friend
I’m sailing right behind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind.

That’s when I named my painting Silver Girl.

Simon and Garfunkel’s Bridge Over Trouble Waters came out when I was 16. From then on, whenever I heard the words “silver girl,” I wanted to be one. How wonderful! I hoped a relationship or an accomplishment would turn me into a silver girl just like the girl in the song.

But I never felt all the way like a silver girl.

Finally, about two years ago, I got it. You have to make yourself your own silver girl. How freeing is that?

Tony works at Postal Connections in Hillsborough. His super duper printer creates great color copies. As he handed me the copy that would become Silver Girl, he said, “I really like this one.” So when Silver Girl was finished, I gave her to Tony.

“Mrs. World,” Tony announces when I walk into Postal Connections. I’m not sure what it means, but Tony says it’s a high compliment. I suspect there are lots of Mrs. Worlds who come into Postal Connections.

So even if it’s my job to become my owns silver girl, I’m glad Tony made me Mrs. World. It doesn’t sound quite as springy as silver girl, but I’ll take it.

So to all of you, silver girls and Mrs. Worlds, my dear friends, may you sail into a shiny, glittery, splashy, new year. Happy 2018!