Not sure any of these ladies have enough “bling” for me. I didn’t know about the word bling until Berna commented on my bling on a Gaither trip several yrs ago.
Runs in the family.

My Mother-in-law (rest her soul) was a red head and wore bright colors and bling before it was in style. Jim always said to buy the gaudiest clothes and she would like it—-he was right. Dr’s told her to stop dyeing her hair (bright orange) when she was in her 80’s because it wasn’t healthy. She lived to be 95.

I was talking to the woman at my PT’s appointment desk and she told a funny story about holiday clothes. She has a Christmas sweater that she’d wear to work in December, thinking it was fun. Her daughter asked to borrow it which flattered her. Then she found out that her daughter and friends were having an ugly Christmas sweater contest–and her daughter won!!! LOL! She said to her daughter, “But I wear that to work!” and her daughter answered “Ya Mom, I’ve been going to talk to you about that,…!!!”

But…then I looked at the pictures. I already possess a fabulous, huge purple bag, purple gloves and purple shoes… (Just waiting for the appropriate occasion to wear them all, y’know)… in picture #1. And I have the long,flowing black dress (without the cane,for now, anyway) in pic.3. And the fingernails! As fate would have it, I just this morning painted mine a glittery red-gold.

So maybe there’s hope for me to be a fabulous nursing home diva. My kids have been looking at brochures for years to find me just the right one. I’ll suggest they look for one with a fashion component in addition to the requisite bingo and arts and crafts.

I might need to rethink this whole thing. I think maybe I will try to pull off Harley Granny…

I’ve never thought about what kind of “look” I’ll adopt when I’m old. Heck, I’ve never given much thought about “my look” when I was ANY age!!! I bet my kids have given some thought and worry about my style when I’m nursing home bound. They always said I dress like “Mimi” on the Drew Carey show. They are horrified with my fashion mantra—–“close enough”! They meet me at the church door every Sunday morning to “check me out”——to make sure my shoes match each other, my buttons are all buttoned, and my color combinations aren’t completely atrocious. How many times have I heard, “Mom, you should wear your coat in the auditorium ’cause it’s really chilly in there this morning!” They don’t fool me!

My mother and sister are slaves to fashion! I’m FREE of that kind of bondage! When a neighbor of mine met my mother and sister for the first time, she asked me, “Linda, are you sure you weren’t adopted”?

I guess, for my nursing home wardrope I’m gonna shoot for CLEAN, relatively unwrinkled, and right side out! Close enough!

HEY! I just realized….. I AM OLD!!! This is it! My poor daughters!

PhyllisS– LOVE that– especially the red hanky she uses on the running board to step into the car! What a doll.

Busymom– Me too.

http://video.nytimes.com/video/2011/07/08/automobiles/collectibles/100000000895665/two-classics-one-car.html

I hope this works such a class act at 101….

Green turban & blue shoes…”I’m wearing everything I own.”

Houndstooth…agree that it’s a sweet look. Wouldn’t it be fun if the hair was attached to the hat?

Frida…seriously, this was my 4th grade teacher…complete with the lipstick & the nails. Wow – those nails. Gave me nightmares.

Orange hat & big bag…one word. Poise. Think about it. (That’s probably what the big bag is for.)

Purple gloves…the bag can be used either to tote her yorkie or to hide the fact that her boobs are dropping past her waistline. Handy.

I just bought some new shoes for work. Grasshoppers. Love ‘em. Saw an older lady the other day with the exact same shoes. C’est la vie.