Not ashamed to be old-fashioned

This post is a bit about your humble writer.  Since I’m trying to have this blog sound like we’re just two people chatting over the fence, you should get to know me a bit better!  I’m an old-fashioned gal.  I like to bake from scratch,  listen to old-time radio, (my favorite is Jack Benny!), I always have an open door, hot food and a sympathetic ear for anyone who needs a friend.  I’ll admit, when younger, I always admired the Mother of the Bride’s dress rather than the actual bride and now that my girls are entering a marriageable age, I pin matronly, yet glittering dresses that I will lovingly shop for someday!  In general, I think I was born an old woman!

I’ve never been afraid to get older.  Of course, no one likes the aches and pains that come with age, but somehow, I just always connect better to older ideas.  Maybe because I was raised by my auntie after my mother died, maybe because I was never a pretty young woman, but for whatever reason, in my head, I always see myself as the mothers from the old movies, like Andy Hardy and Public Enemy. 

I do wear an apron in my kitchen, vintage ones I pick up when I can find them.  I am a bit plump.  However, I have hair the color of ripe plums and I swear like a sailor, so I guess there, the resemblance stops!

Today, it is a cloudy, humid day.  Blueberries were 1 dollar a pint so I picked some up for a nice, comforting cobbler.   With the Those Were The Days show playing on the radio, I’m perfectly at ease.

I hope you will come over.  The coffee pot is always on and the timer just went off, so the cobbler is hot.

Let me feed you.

 

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