I haven't thought of any particular topic for this morning's chat. But when have you known me to write about anything other than what's rattling around in my head at the moment? Which brings me to my next question? To those of you who have hit the phenominal stage of "late" mid-life; do you often feel like you've been crowned the world's NUMBER 1 airhead? For those of you who may not understand what I'm talking about, let me explain. I feel like half my brain has left the building and the other half doesn't know whether to stay or join it's counter part. And my face? Forget about it! It never saves me any shred of dignity. It melts into a look of, "Duuuhhhh! this woman has checked out!" But the few times that I feel as if I had made a valid, intelligent remark, everyone else was looking at me with one of those "Wow! Are you for Real" stares and glares. The wise thing at this time of life would be to become the silent type. Nod my head when spoken to. Remain quiet and aloof. Appear mysterious and intelligent.~~~~~Yes, that would be very wise!~~~~~But highly unlikely to happen in my situation. In the last 4 or 5 years, I talk, talk, talk and then I talk some more. I bet there were 2 or 3 women that just popped into your mind. You know the ones. The one you see walking your direction in a grocery store or department store. Before she sees you, you make a mad dash down a side aisle to avoid her....not caring about how many people you knock down along the way. Yes, I would be one of the older ladies you would be running from. Chatty, God love her, has become immuned. She loves me so much, she is willing to risk embarrassment. She is still willing to go out in public with me. Although, I suspect she has forewarned people she knows rather well to brace themselves for anything should they meet us out and about. To the rest of the public, she just smiles and shrugs her shoulders. I am blessed to have a daughter with a lot of patience and understanding.
Brain hop (warning: my brain has moved on to another random subject far removed from the last one)........
I'm in need of doilies. I've seen them in antique shops. The prices are outrageous. The ones that are reasonably priced are either badly discolored or stained. In my twenties and thirties, I didn't decorate with doilies because I thought they were out-dated. But now, I think doilies would be a cute touch to my living room furniture and the center of my dining room table. I don't know what kind of stitch you call it but I want the delicate crochet doilies not the thick knitted ones. I call the ones I want the spider web looking doilies. It's not the technical name. I know them when I see them. I also want cream color or taupe...(or whatever they are calling the off white color these days).
My grandma spent her free time crocheting and knitting. That was back in the day when TV watching was limited to an hour of the evening news. The rest of the evening was spent making what we call crafts these days. But to her, it was just a way of life. She had doilies on every table top and shelf she owned. She gave doilies to everyone in the family. I moved a few times when I was younger. During one of these moves, I misplaced the ones she gave me. The rest were sold on auction at my grandparents' estate sale. When I was pre-teen, my grandma tried to teach me to crochet and knit. I thought it was something that older women did in their spare time so I was not attentive. If I could go back, I would pay more attention to what she was trying to teach me. She quilted, too. What a silly child I was. That inattentive silliness caused me to be an untalented adult. There's so much that I could do to improve my wardrobe and home decor if I could sew, crochet, knit and quilt. I guess I'm never too old to learn. This winter when we're snowed in and I have nothing to do, I may try to teach myself to crochet. There is so much access to information on the internet. I'm sure I could find a "'How-To" site somewhere. I wonder if my remaining half of brain will stay focused enough to learn. If not, would any of you nice ladies be needing an extremely long crochet chain?
LOL! The "thick knitted ones" are actually the crocheted ones and the spider webs are knitted. At least that´s what I learned. I never was able to do it because it´s so complicated. Hope you find them somewhere. They are in now.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes on the "scatter brained" here too. So many "duh moments" it´s embarrasing. Just today my daughter was telling me about someone and I was like, who´s that?. And she and her sister started mocking me. Remember on the show Friends, how Joey was always late in "getting it"? That´s how they were mocking me. hahaha It was so funny. Finally I remembered and I was like, Oh DUH!!!