sixties life

1. Your skin may never be perfect, and that’s okay.

2. Life is too short not to have the underwear, the coffee, and the haircut you want.

3. Everyone (including your family, your coworkers, and your best friend) will talk about you behind your back, and you’ll talk about them too. It doesn’t mean you don’t love each other.

4. It’s okay to spend money on things that make you happy.

5. Sometimes without fault or reason, relationships deteriorate. It will happen when you’re six, it will happen when you’re sixty. That’s life.

—  Five things I am trying very hard to accept

anonymous asked:

Is the portrait where Eliza's wearing that powdered wig the only painting we have of her?


Here are her life portraits:

1787, age 30

This was painted by Ralph Earle in 1787, when Mrs. Hamilton was thirty years old. The artist at the time was In prison for debt, and Mrs. Hamilton sat to him in order to aid in his release. (source: Life Portraits of Alexander Hamilton).

c. 1796, age 39

By James Sharples. Little is known about this portrait because, from what I know, it only popped up recently (people used to believe a different portrait by Sharples was of her).  This link claims it was when she was still Miss Elizabeth Schuyler, but the artist was not in America at any point before she was married.  Considering he did her husband around 1796, it’s a fair guess that is when this was painted as well.

1825, age 68

This is from an original miniature on ivory painted by Henry Inman in 1825, when Mrs. Hamilton was sixty-eight (source: Life Portraits of Alexander Hamilton).

1846, age 89

This is from an original pencil drawing made by Eastman Johnson in 1846, when Mrs. Hamilton was eighty-nine. In March, 1846, Mr. Johnson had a studio in the Capitol at Washington, and one day Mrs. Hamilton wandered into it. Mr. Johnson got her permission to make this sketch, of which he writes, “ It was a perfectly good likeness of a pretty, frowzy old lady.” (source: Life Portraits of Alexander Hamilton).

1851, age 94

This is from an original crayon made by Charles Martin in 1851, when Mrs. Hamilton was ninety-four. (source: Life Portraits of Alexander Hamilton).

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
—  On the road, Jack Kerouac