Sunday Morning....
Jun. 1st, 2003 08:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgI saw some of the most interesting women yesterday.
In my experience, when a woman ages, she slowly but surely turns into this little pudge with straying, thinning colorless hair. Maybe she retains enough sparkle to keep a smile and twinkling eyes - but so many just become sallow, melted images of their former selves. Say, about at 70 or so.
Oh, and they end up wearing those shapeless housedresses from the catalogs? The ones in polyester-blend pastel plaids --
Not around here, they don't.
Yesterday I was treated to one of my new jones - beefeater sandwich from Spires - when I noted an interesting tablefull of folks across the way. Spires is a lot like Dennys, in that being an affordable (read=cheap) family restaurant, it attracts a lot of the over-55 crowd, a lot of them with two younger generations in tow. The food is generally what one would expect - waaay too high in fat for regular consumption, generally fried and the salads are iceberg lettuce and wimpy tomatoes drenched in what-have-you.
I think these folks had been regulars long before I was born. They were likely comfortably late 20's when being a hippie was cool in the 60's. The two men looked like well-broken in surfers - complete with ponytails, tans and earrings. But it was the woman who got me. Wish I had a camera. Wish I had a scanner - I'd be able to sketch her in a moment. Teeny. Like, 5' nothing and 60 lbs. teeny. Skin-tight jeans and a goth-velvet tunic top that had angel sleeves with bubble tops, trimmed with ribbons. RED hair. Very nicely done bottle-red, but it was teased out to three times it's normal volume, curled and sprayed - a gilt butterfly clasp was nestled in it artfully. Hmmm, could even have been a wig, but she'd done a job on it - better living through chemistry, but good.
She had a face like a wax doll held too close to the flame. She had lined her eyes so deeply with black, they looked like two burnt holes. I can't place her age - I've seen a large number of 70-year olds who looked younger.
She moved like a dancer. If ever there was a case for plastic surgery to correct one glaring indicator of age, she was it. Yeah, I could be here when I got that old. Cool!
Saw a number of other, older women (don't want to say "little old ladies") yesterday - just as varied, unique and "wow, I won't mind being that when I grow up" --
Just another indication I'm in the right place, methinks.
Went out and bought more stuff - but the buying is definitely drawing to a close as the payoffs for all the work begin. Knew it was coming, but I am glad I bought the two anime cons before the move - be damn hard now.
Suncoast. I feel guilty every time I go in there and buy anything - dunno why. Oh, did anyone else buy the dog? Jim wanted the dog. I bought the dog. I say it's puppy size, but it's the best Ein Corgi $16 will buy. We are such geeks.
Today? Laundry, breakfast and Jim works tonight. More naps.
Last night? The loudest house party I've been exposed to in years - could not even see the source of the noise from here, and thought 10:30 PM was a bit much. Until they stopped precisely at midnight. Oh, so that's how it works here. Very good.
The painting has begun at the house - and it is good. Very, very good.
In my experience, when a woman ages, she slowly but surely turns into this little pudge with straying, thinning colorless hair. Maybe she retains enough sparkle to keep a smile and twinkling eyes - but so many just become sallow, melted images of their former selves. Say, about at 70 or so.
Oh, and they end up wearing those shapeless housedresses from the catalogs? The ones in polyester-blend pastel plaids --
Not around here, they don't.
Yesterday I was treated to one of my new jones - beefeater sandwich from Spires - when I noted an interesting tablefull of folks across the way. Spires is a lot like Dennys, in that being an affordable (read=cheap) family restaurant, it attracts a lot of the over-55 crowd, a lot of them with two younger generations in tow. The food is generally what one would expect - waaay too high in fat for regular consumption, generally fried and the salads are iceberg lettuce and wimpy tomatoes drenched in what-have-you.
I think these folks had been regulars long before I was born. They were likely comfortably late 20's when being a hippie was cool in the 60's. The two men looked like well-broken in surfers - complete with ponytails, tans and earrings. But it was the woman who got me. Wish I had a camera. Wish I had a scanner - I'd be able to sketch her in a moment. Teeny. Like, 5' nothing and 60 lbs. teeny. Skin-tight jeans and a goth-velvet tunic top that had angel sleeves with bubble tops, trimmed with ribbons. RED hair. Very nicely done bottle-red, but it was teased out to three times it's normal volume, curled and sprayed - a gilt butterfly clasp was nestled in it artfully. Hmmm, could even have been a wig, but she'd done a job on it - better living through chemistry, but good.
She had a face like a wax doll held too close to the flame. She had lined her eyes so deeply with black, they looked like two burnt holes. I can't place her age - I've seen a large number of 70-year olds who looked younger.
She moved like a dancer. If ever there was a case for plastic surgery to correct one glaring indicator of age, she was it. Yeah, I could be here when I got that old. Cool!
Saw a number of other, older women (don't want to say "little old ladies") yesterday - just as varied, unique and "wow, I won't mind being that when I grow up" --
Just another indication I'm in the right place, methinks.
Went out and bought more stuff - but the buying is definitely drawing to a close as the payoffs for all the work begin. Knew it was coming, but I am glad I bought the two anime cons before the move - be damn hard now.
Suncoast. I feel guilty every time I go in there and buy anything - dunno why. Oh, did anyone else buy the dog? Jim wanted the dog. I bought the dog. I say it's puppy size, but it's the best Ein Corgi $16 will buy. We are such geeks.
Today? Laundry, breakfast and Jim works tonight. More naps.
Last night? The loudest house party I've been exposed to in years - could not even see the source of the noise from here, and thought 10:30 PM was a bit much. Until they stopped precisely at midnight. Oh, so that's how it works here. Very good.
The painting has begun at the house - and it is good. Very, very good.
