As I sat down tonight to write this post I was filled with all sorts of interesting, must share thoughts. Ideas were swirling in my head. I'm sure you all experience this as well, you have these ideas, something crosses your mind, you are doing something and you think, "I am so blogging this. This is great! I'm having the best time". I was having one of those nights.
We have company, dinner was quick, our guests were off to the theatre, BB had to work and I had had some interesting conversation, not to mention that I had thrown dinner together in 20 minutes (seriously, go cook that pasta on the recipe blog, it's a winner). I was going to write about being a reluctant entertainer.
Then, I opened our site to start writing and because my computer is slow, very slow, sadly lacking (yes, I know! save your pennies and buy a Mac! I hear you), the first thing on the screen was Margie's twitter about flat abs.
I immediately thought: WHAT?" I've seen both of us in the last month and there are no flat abs. As the screen unfolded itself, I saw the photo. THE photo (up there, in the corner on the right). Flat abs? Sure, but all I saw was the tube top.
We have our short talk, the sisters do, the talk where you don't really have to say much and the sister knows exactly what you're saying. I'm thinking BFM. You can be in public with us and whisper, BFM and we'll know you've spotted a "Big Fashion Mistake". Tube tops are BFM's at any age.
I remember when that picture was taken, Margie's daughter, her first child had just been born. Flat abs? Hell yeah. She had just had a baby. We were at our parents cottage. I was eighteen. She was, um, older.
What I love most about the photo is this. She found it and she made me laugh. I should probably be horrified, but she's right. We had great bodies.
We still do, those great bodies are just slightly different, older and different. That's all - different in a more "mature" way.
This picture does kill me though. I'll confess I have a bad habit, I look at young women and I'm totally enamoured, I stare. BB mentions every now and then that I'm being obvious. I'm staring because it drives me crazy that I used to have that body and I don't think I appreciated it. 5'8", tall, slender and totally unknowing.
I have a photo. It's of us. Flash forward ten years. We weren't always hot.
Ten years later, we looked like this:
Sure, still young, slender but, as her son, the baby in the picture, now grown, said upon seeing it, "Why do you guys look like Marge Simpson's sisters?"
He didn't even ask about those glasses he was so shocked. I'm holding the baby. The new Mom is cheerfully sitting beside me.
I like to think we're hot again. At the very least, we have better hair, you'll never catch Margie in sweatpants and I have new glasses!
Oh, and Marg? Remember you started it.
hehe
xo
Kath
