So, what does Eleanor look like

Very much like the niece that I am so fond of and will often mention in my posts, once I get the gears in my antiquated engine moving. Well, at least I did resemble her many, many years ago. These days, I look more like a wrinkled old prune, but I prefer to think of myself as a tea totling, fuzzy blonde teddy bear in a floppy white straw hat with multi hued roses around the brim and a stylish net hanging down to shade my eyes. Unfortunately, search as I might, I was unable to find a photo of that cuddly little bear. So, since I feel that posting a photo of a dehydrated piece of fruit would be distasteful, I have decided on the more appealing option of the image of my niece. She has consented to this misrepresentation, as long as I promise not to disclose her true identity. Add another half a century to her beauty and your imagination will have adequately sculpted my distinct features.