Polka Dot Shorts.
I have to tell you all about
this ! I can’t keep it to myself.
I was MAGNIFICENT !
I had a great piece of
material – white, with large pink polka dots – just enough to make a pair of
shorts. I made them.
The sun was shining, I had
finished my housework. I thought I would sit in the front garden and enjoy the
summer day. Within two minutes, a car pulled up and out stepped my daughter,
with my 10 year old grandson in tow.
She walked towards me. I got ready to smile.
Then “Mom, those shorts….do you think you
should….I mean….the neighbours ?”
I looked down at the shorts.
They were well made, I’m a really good dressmaker ! The pink polka dots had
just the right touch of femininity. I was pleased with those shorts.
I looked down at my legs. Let
me tell you, from the knees down I have a pretty good pair of legs. The flesh
above the knees has sagged a little, and try as I might, I just can’t seem to
get it to hitch back up, but on a scale of 1 to 10, I’d give my legs a 6.
“What’s wrong with the shorts
?” I turned aggressive.
“Well, it’s not exactly the
shorts…I mean….the shorts are very pretty.”
“So – say what you mean !” I
was defending my anatomy here !
“Well…I guess they look O.K.”
I had her on the run, she was backing down !
“Do you think I shouldn’t
wear shorts ?” My voice was getting louder.
The best form of defence is
attack !
“Oh Mom, it’s not that….it’s
just….your legs.”
I looked down again. “What’s
wrong with my legs ?” I stared her
straight in the face.
She spoke quietly “Well…they
look…kinda…kinda…old.” Her voice ended in a whisper.
That did it.
“Stand back !” I shouted.
“Make room, I’m gonna show YOU something !”
“Oh Mom NO !” She shrieked in
horror, her eyes darting up and down the street in front of the house.
For those of you who don’t
know it, I was a pretty good dancer in my time ! I could spin and rock with the
best of them. I had considered my legs to be one of my greatest assets….and now
I had been challenged ! I’m not one to back down from a dare !
“Mom, that isn’t necessary !”
She was trying to stop me !
“Get outta my way…I’m coming
through !”
And I did it ! I started off
slowly, but within a few minutes, I was in full swing ! My splendid legs, in
all their glory, shot out in front of me, and with a will of their own, they
Can-Canned as they have never done before. Out and back – up and down they
went. I couldn’t stop them !
For a full five minutes they
did their stuff, and I even managed a curtsey at the end.
My grandson stood with his
mouth wide open. “Gran….that was amazing ! You looked like a dancing girl from
Paris !”
There you have it ! Out of
the mouths of babes !
A loud cheer came from the
road in front of the house. A team of 5 young men had been fixing the sewers in
front of the house next door. “Go, Granny, go !!!” The men clapped loudly.
“Oh, heavens, no.” My
daughter was mortified ! “I should have kept my mouth shut.” She mumbled under
her breath. “I should have known you would do something like that !”
I felt exhilarated,
liberated, intoxicated. Sure, I was breathing pretty hard, and I was a bit
shaky on the pins, but I had done it ! No-one tells me my legs look old and
gets away with it !
She won’t do that again !
If you’re a Granny, please take this
Rose from me. It’s my calling card
And you deserve it !
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Thanks !
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