Courtesy of GingeroftheNorth, who was kind enough to post these photos on her and Dave’s web space.
1) A recent snapshot of me, settling comfortably into middle-aged matronhood.
2) My father, looking very Errol Flynn-y in WWII.
3) That’s me when I was a hot young New York gal-about-town, mid-1980s. I was Carrie Bradshaw when Sarah Jessica Parker was still a Square Peg . . .
4) My Mom at the height of her Young Main Line Society Matron days, c1950 (this is one of my favorite photos of her, taken by my father at a country club just as she was slipping her coat off).
My heavens, Eve, how very Betty Grable you look (except for the dark hair, of course) in #3. Seriously, what a babe! However, in #1, where are your pearls, young lady?! And I think you’re a few years/pounds short of what I picture as matronhood!
I’m wearin’ me poils! Well, jade, actually. As for the poundage, I posted the least double-chinny of the photos (I am still a size 12, trying to work my way back down to a 10).
I went to college in Bawlmer, but my family is Philadelphia: both my parents (and my sister & I) born & raised on the Main Line. Mom has no idea what club that was: not the Haverford Hunt Club or the Lower Merion Cricket Club, as they were (and still are, for all I know) “restricted.”
She does recall the dress was yellow silk, though.
Oh, please. I look like I should be baking cookies for my grandchildren. That’s matronly. Considering that I’d have had to have children when I was prepubescent makes it even worse.
But you? Humpf. If that’s matronly, I’m Mrs. Claus’s mother.
Eve refuses to believe that she’s still a hot property, and laments her matronly hair up-do. However, she has eschewed my suggestion that she cut her hair very short and spike it.
