Glamour is in the eye of the beholder


I have a theory that much like beauty, glamour is in the eye of the beholder. On the other hand it could be the memory playing tricks again.

Reminiscing about days gone by is not necessarily a good idea. And come to think of it, discussing the here and now is not often the best plan either.

My daughters were 18, 15, 12 and 10 when my son was born.

Last night, a simple conversation about events before his birth led to this…

ME – Your sisters have fond memories of me from when they were growing up, memories of me as a glamorous mum!

The son – Really? I have no memory of that!

Daughter 4 –  You used to wear some pretty glamorous leggings!

ME – Glamorous leggings?  Now it’s my turn for lack of memory.

Daughter 3  – My memory of you is when you went out for the evening and you wore  floaty dresses, high heels, hair curly and bouncy, lovely make up, tanned and smelling of lovely perfume. But it’s not the same these days,  when you’re in PJs, you’re more cosy and comfy.

A pause followed before she added … but obviously with a bit of class!  And you do have your nails manicured and polished more than any of us.

Daughter 3 – Mum, is this conversation going into one of your blogs?

ME – Well it wasn’t my intention, but now you mention it…

unglamorous granny

Just for the record, I don’t go out wearing PJs and I almost always wear make up and perfume.  My hair has natural curl, but I don’t wear floaty dresses anymore and she’s right, the PJs are mostly the comfortable sort.

According to their theory I would wear PJs all the time if I could get away with it.

They are so wrong, I wouldn’t do that, but as near as damn it!

(C) Sue 2017 In response to the word-prompt Theory

20 thoughts on “Glamour is in the eye of the beholder

      1. The snow here has melted overnight, so not quite as cold as it was. It’s lovely to look at, but not pleasant when it’s icy underfoot. Would love a little more heat though. It’s just after 11.30 am here and I’m finally back from the shopping trip. Must be almost at the end of your day Ivor.


  1. You certainly deserve a prize for persistence. Four tries before getting a son! Was he worth it, or did you decide that one of those was more than enough?
    The glamour quotient in memory would naturally tend to diminish in line with how recently the assessor had arrived.

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    1. Thank you Leslie. He wasn’t quite what I expected because he turned out to be gay! But yes he was worth it. He is funny, kind, loves his sisters and is a great babysitter to his eleven nieces and nephews. Plus he’s happy to go shopping with me. 😉


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