Playing the Part

This week the Wednesday Word Prompt on our other site Weekly Prompts is Glamorous. It was an unplanned prompt, and written at the last minute due to a little confusion between GC and myself!


Moving to a rural area to a small holding, created a hobby farming role for my late husband, however, his real occupation was show business.

It’s easy to imagine that a show business life is a glamorous one and for much of the time, for him, it was.

For me though, life was different I was the wife left at home, the mother of our five children, the person who held the place together and kept everything running smoothly while he was away. Hardly a glamorous role, nonetheless I had plenty of opportunities to play that part, to dress up (which I absolutely loved), and make my husband proud to have me on his arm.

I never complained about the time he spent away from home it was just the way it was.  We were teenagers when we met, I was there from the very beginning, we grew and evolved together.

One day while he was joking around he made a remark that stayed with me. “You do realise I work with glamorous women every day… then I have to come home to you!” He was teasing me, it was intended as a joke and at the time I laughed, but his words never went away.

Victoria four months oldSummer day on Jersey 1

Above pictures – A younger me and a lifetime ago, and it seems I had a penchant for hats.  Two relaxed summer afternoons some six years apart with Baby Victoria and Baby Elizabeth.

Listening to comments from my children and remembering those days long gone, I realise now he had everything, I couldn’t have given him anything more. He had a supportive wife who was glamorous when she needed to play the part, and for the rest of time, he had a wife who made an effort to take care of herself.

Red Nails 2These days I don’t have the same opportunities  to be evening glamorous, except for one thing, my nails, always manicured, always Gel polished, and this week bright red!

(Gentlemen, Gel  is a fast-drying, hard-wearing, long-lasting nail polish)

© 2018 – Word-prompt Glamorous from Weekly Prompts

18 thoughts on “Playing the Part

  1. Sophie

    Mum, when I was little, I always thought you were the most beautiful, glamorous woman I’d ever seen. Like Farrah Fawcett meets Olivia Newton John! And now I’m still impressed at how you take care of your appearance and manage to keep your nails manicured and hair done beautifully! I look so scruffy next to you!! 😂

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    1. Sophie, thank you so much for your very lovely comments.
      You are not scruffy, don’t ever think that. We simply have different styles that befit our ages. 🙂

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    1. Thank you so much Maureen, I think I will buy a hat, it will make a welcome change from the knitted, pull on winter bobble hat.


  2. Wow, some remarks do stick! But who needs glamour all the time especially when you look so naturally lovely. My mum always ‘ put her face on’ ! Sometimes think I should. Or just focus on one thing at a time. Your nails are terrific.

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    1. Oh, you are very kind. thank you. I was a childhood nail biter and so proud of myself when I finally grew my nails. Even to this day I still look and admire!

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  4. gc

    Impressive article about an impressive lady. Sophie is correct. You were a glamorous and still are a glamorous and witty and intelligent and considerate and creative woman. Bravo Susan. 🙂

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    1. Brian, I thank you very much for your lovely comment. I think his show business lifestyle went to his head occasionally, he sometimes forgot what he already had, but at the end of the day I think he did appreciate me. 🙂

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