tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post5930412005871517694..comments2023-06-28T22:58:28.247+10:00Comments on Sixth In Line: To mark out the generationsElisabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-47155660383596945192014-03-21T03:37:25.679+11:002014-03-21T03:37:25.679+11:00'Mutton dresses as lamb.'
Love this.
My ...'Mutton dresses as lamb.'<br /><br />Love this.<br /><br />My mom was elegant and slender and a hard act to follow.Kasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05233330248952156754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-61671684814928194962014-03-21T02:09:00.102+11:002014-03-21T02:09:00.102+11:00I recall a cartoon in Mad magazine, a satirical pu...I recall a cartoon in <i>Mad</i> magazine, a satirical publication, decades ago. There was a woman like your mom, and a woman like your friends moms. The former was "Nana Affectionus" while the later as "Hagus Neuroticus." <br /><br />Seems to fit, somehow.<br /><br />Blessings and Bear hugs!Rob-bearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00171692478879522588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-46710430088386644722014-03-16T10:42:44.255+11:002014-03-16T10:42:44.255+11:00I do enjoy your stories and wonderings☺ I do enjoy your stories and wonderings☺ Anthony Ducehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17476865809734682418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-11967811695966171352014-03-15T19:33:03.573+11:002014-03-15T19:33:03.573+11:00My mother rarely wore any makeup. In the drawer of...My mother rarely wore any makeup. In the drawer of her dressing table there was a compact and a lipstick and that was it. I have a photo of her as a young woman all dressed up and wearing makeup, a hat and gloves and I never liked it; this wasn’t my mother. None of my wives have been ones to wear much in the way of makeup either, a bit of eye shadow and maybe some lip gloss. I’ve never objected when they have. I guess I’ve just never been attracted to artifice. When I was in the Civil Service during the first year one of the girls who joined at the same time as me was a singer in a band and she never came out without having her face on. Caked she was. I hated what she did to herself. <br /><br />My mother was also a frump. She was twenty-one years older than me so by the time I started to notice her as a woman in her own right she wasn’t young and had stopped taking much interest in her appearance. She kept herself tidy but that was about the size of it. She was certainly never a glamorous granny although I do vaguely remember her owning a pair of sandals like the one you’re sporting although not in purple. My mother did not do loud colours. She wasn’t even one for jewellery either. She had a couple of sets of clip-on earrings but she rarely wore them and I can’t remember her ever owning a necklace or a pendant, not even a string of beads. She had her wedding ring and that was about it until their fiftieth anniversary when we kids bought her an engagement ring, something she’d always wanted. My sister got the gold band, my daughter the engagement ring. Not much to divvy up.Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.com