Yesterday was Grandparent’s Day. A day many would consider one of those “Hallmark Holidays”. Nevertheless, it got me thinking of my grandparents and how they helped shape my life. I was especially close to my grandma, aka Nana, who was my mother’s mom. When I was 11 years old, she and my Papa came to stay with us. They wanted to help my dad care for my then 5-year-old sister and I while my mom was ill. Putting their own grief on hold, they stayed with us for several months after mom passed away to help us adjust to our new lives. I will always be grateful to them for being there for us.
My Nana, Mary, was well-known for her strong faith, devotion to family and mad card skills. She would pray for you one minute and then put you to shame in euchre the next.
My Stylish Grandma
Nana was not afraid of fashion or colour or statement pieces. She enjoyed lipstick, funky eyewear and big costume jewellery. (She had the BEST collection of clip-on earrings.) Nana took pride in her appearance and was the first one who taught me how to dress. After raising four daughters, teaching her granddaughter about style was a no-brainer. Whenever we went to church, (which was A LOT), it was always right and proper to dress up. I often borrowed her wedge heels, curly lambs wool coat and used her concealer to cover up the dark circles under my eyes she was constantly on me about.
There was that one time though when I questioned her style sense. I’ll never forget when I was about 13 years old, she cut the illustrious red tab off my first pair of Levis. To say I was devastated is an understatement. <Cue teenaged hysterics> The tantrum I threw would rival that of any European soccer player. My poor grandma could not understand why anyone would want to parade around with a clothing label hanging off them.
Mary died at the ripe old age of 99. (I should be so lucky!) She remained a playful spirit right up until the end. I can’t help but wonder what she would think of the new wave of silver bloggers and zoomer models that seem to be everywhere these days. I’m confident she would applaud their joyful, ageless, fearless and live-out-loud approach to dressing.
Personal Style Has No Expiration Date
These are just a few of the older-but-not-old bloggers I’m following these days. I’m intrigued and captivated by their unapologetic, creative and edgy styles. I feel inspired by their cool aesthetic and enthusiasm for fashion. Unlike the stereotypical middle-aged woman, there’s no chance of these style darlings becoming invisible. Like my grandma did at that age, they have a striking presence, albeit more refined than Nana…or the rest of us for that matter. These women exude confidence and vitality. You’re unlikely to find any stodgy pastels or frumpy florals here. Age appropriate? What’s that?
My grandma and I didn’t always see eye-to-eye on everything. She never could understand why I would want to become vegetarian or why I would not want to become a nun. (Sorry, Nana.) #truestory. BUT we shared a passion for fashion, a joy for life and an insatiable desire to play…oh, and I’m quite sure she would approve of my new shoes.
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