Middle Age Golden Girl

I have decided I have turned into a middle age Golden Girl....and honestly if you love the Golden Girls like I do you will find this is not a bad thing.  I will be 36 in February and as a true southern lady I prefer to age gracefully. So as I attempt to age gracefully I must share the breakdown of my turning into a middle age version of the Golden Girls!  Not sure if grace and the Golden Girls go together.

In true Blanche Devereaux fashion I rather be overdressed any day than underdressed for an occasion!  (Even though my aging feet have began to beg for more comfy shoes! So for all the ladies that have told me the past 20 years one day my feet will be paying for all those high heels I wear... "You are right!") Each event calls for a special outfit, and yes I will do my best to plan it to the T. And of course if anyone is questioning why I am doing something in a particular way, I always have some southern lady excuse even if it is just "Because that is how my Momma did it and how her Momma did it and how my daughter will do it one day."   Which can be applied to the overdressing.

Oh my sweet Rose Nylund.  I do hope I wear a smile as often as you do.  I also I hope I enjoy everyday as you seem to portray. Some of you may say I am a little naive and innocent like our sweet Rose...and others may know better!  But in sweet Rose fashion I find myself telling stories of our big city Talmo.  Much like St. Olaf not many people know where Talmo is or even if it is a real town.  I will be honest when I met my husband and he told me where he was from my response was "No, that is a ranch." I find myself sharing stories of the small town I grew up in.  I think it is safe to say growing up or old in a small town will give you lots to talk about.  Just ask Rose.

As I get older my patience runs thin with stupidity and ignorance much like our straight talking friend Dorothy Zbornak.  So many times while I am shopping at the local grocery store I just want to yell "Move it to the right, don't take up the entire isle!"  Out in public "Houseshoes and pajamas are for the HOUSE not PUBLIC." (I know! I still don't understand why people do this!!)  I may not yell them, but I promise my facial expression tells the story.  Probably as I get older I may yell such comments and bring out the pointing finger. Only time will tell.

Spunky Sophia Petrillo, I hope to be just like you when I have grandchildren.  I want them to always be shocked and surprised with my quick whit and humor.  I hope to live long enough to embarrass my children at least once like they have me often over the years.  Until then I will carry what we have in common proudly.  I love a good cardigan and will not be found far from my handbag. Hey, this Christmas I may just ask for a zip up housecoat like my Momma, Grandmother, and Aunt all liked to sport in true Sophia fashion.  Or maybe I should wait until my 40th Birthday.






Life is too short not to live like the Golden Girls!

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