Grandmother’s have changed since my childhood. I know several women who are grandmothers and they are gorgeous. I often find myself trying to figure out where they hidden the fountain of youth. My grandmothers were unique too. My mom’s mother Luna, was a musical prodigy, a concert pianist and professor of music in the 1920’s. My dad’s mother, Nadine (Nadine and Luna, you gotta expect greatness, right?) went to nursing school but didn’t like the sight of blood. Nadine was a housewife. But, she was a HOT housewife. Nadine liked stylish clothing, blingy jewelry, strappy high heels and hats. Nadine loved a good hat. I am more like Nadine then I am like Luna. The problem is, I have hidden my style underneath blue jeans and sweatshirts for a lot of years. I decided this year, when fall arrived, that it was time to honor my heritage and “up” my style. I went shopping (which I hate - see the Mother-of-the-Groom article for details) and did everything in my power to NOT buy blue jeans, straight black tops or a simple pullover. Uh, uh. I bought sweaters, dresses, boots (I LOVE my boots) and a coat. I resisted the urge to fall into my black “go to” color and picked up some reds, grays and blues. Feeling so satisfied with myself, I even bought a hat. Yes! A hat. NOT A RED HAT, but a very stylish black fedora that a) fits my fat head and b) looks darn cute. In fact, I put it on there, in the store, and wore it home. I wore it all day long and when Moondoggy came home, I had changed into one of my new stylish outfits as well. I felt downright adorable.
Moondoggy, who has learned to look for changes when I greet him with such enthusiasm at the door, held me at arms length and said, “Wow! You look great! We should go out to dinner,” ooooh the husband points he earned in that statement! Good job! I spun around and he nodded with approval. I pointed at each new piece I was wearing (but I left out the new purse, he didn’t need to know about that) and asked, “Are you sure this doesn’t look stupid?” He reassured me at every turn. Finally, I asked him what he thought of my hat. Without hesitation he told me he LOVED it. LOVED THE HAT.
He went to change while I gathered my coat and purse and then we headed to the garage for a surprise date night. Before getting into the car, Moondoggy stops and stares for a moment before asking, “Are you really going to wear that hat?”
And you know what? I fought the urge to ask, “What am I trying to prove?” and I WORE THE DARN HAT ANYWAY. So, if you see me in my rakish new black hat and you think I look stupid. . .don’t tell me. I want to be a hot grandma some day.
Coltman is the author of two books. Is It Just Me? or Is Everyone a Little Nuts! is a humor book based on her blog. Her most recent book, In The Name Of The Father, is a suspense/thriller that reviewers have called a true page-turner. Both books are available through amazon and Coltman's own website.