Friday, June 20, 2008


You know those little old ladies who are just so darn cute and they have their own kind of style that, though they may seem a little crazy to others, they carry it off with a confidence that makes them so endearing? They always seem to be having the time of their lives and don't care who knows it. And you think to yourself, "I hope I'm like that when I'm their age!" Well, the problem with that is that's probably gonna be another 40 years away. What's wrong with moving it up to now? Why wait?

I know, you're thinking "What will people think? That may work for little old ladies, but it wouldn't work for me." Well, I'm thinking I don't care what people think. I'm thinking I don't want to wait another 40 years before I can really be myself and be comfortable doing it (being myself, that is) and having fun. The past few years I've been practicing a bit and I think I've kind of got a handle on the whole comfortable-in-my-own-skin thing and I'm kind of likin' it.

Now I'm not talking about moving to Crabby Road and taking up golf with Maxine, but you have to admit everybody loves, admires, and respects her because she doesn't apologize for being herself (even if she is a cartoon)! And I don't know why we have to wait until we're stooped over and white headed to get away with being ourselves. So I'm not waiting.

Here's to me! Bring on the fun!!


for a different kind of girl said...

I get flashes of inspiration where I embrace this same mentality. My goal is to embrace it far more often.

Therese in Heaven said...

I think that is wonderful. What does it mean, practically speaking, for you?

Sailor said...

A great attitude, but I find it hard to keep up all the time. Any tips to maintaining?

1blueshi1 said...

oh, this reminds me of that great poem, something about When I Grow Old--here we go, courtesy of google:
When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple

with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired

and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

and run my stick along the public railings

and make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

and pick the flowers in other people's gardens

and learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

and eat three pounds of sausages at a go

or only bread and pickles for a week

and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

and pay our rent and not swear in the street

and set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Anonymous said...

This makes me wish I could be in a grocery store at the same time and end up shopping on the same aisles several times just to see the interaction with other people. I would probably go home laughing my butt off because I think its great to be there when someone pulls a "Maxine".

aphron said...

Crusty people are refreshing. I've been known at times to utter the wrong thing. Most of us are taught to be nice and polite. Some eschew that to speak their mind. However, there is a fine line between pleasantly crusting and annoyingly abrasive. I have been known to cross it.

Jeff said...

One of my favorite things about you is that you are comfortable in your own skin. So many women aren't. Why don't they realize how attractive it is to be so at ease?

I say, "Do it!" Even when your daughter says, "You're not wearing that, are you?" Go for it. I do.