Shopping in Seattle

Okay, let's just say it wasn't pretty, shall we? Whenever my daughter, granddaughter and I get together they think I have to be "remade" for some reason.

The year Mandy graduated from the UC Berkeley it was the blonde hair dye that did it. I had always promised her that when she graduated college she could change my hair color. Little did I know how that would turn out. I knew when she rinsed it and was toweling me off that the look on her face was not going to make me HAPPY with the new hair color. Plus the fact that she immediately said, "Nana, I'll fix it; I promise." YeppPPPppp, I knew there was going to be trouble when I looked in the mirror. There WAS!! It looked like one of those scary blond guys in the horror movies.

Fast forward five years to the visit to her the first part of august when my daughter, grandson and Love Bunny and I all met up at her house in Washington, near Seattle. Once again they wanted to "change" me—hair color, clothes, shoes, etc.

Now, I love my kids and my only granddaughter but I knew I was in trouble. First, I tried to ignore them. Then it got down right nasty. I told them to leave me alone. They said my hair color needed to be done to eliminate the gray. Hey, God, are you listening: gray isn't the "IN" color anymore. Nuuuuuuu, Clairol had to one-up ya on this one.

Then they said my clothes are too big on me. I told them I'm waiting to drop some more weight until I buy any more clothes. Would they listen? Again, nuuuuuuuu. Mandy said it was going to be her treat.

They dragged me to a store and kept throwing clothes into the fitting room. Stretch, hip hugging, bell bottom jeans, blouses that were clingy under the breasts. They called the jeans "boot-cut" but I have enough cowboys around here in Idaho to know they were NOT "boot-cut" but bell bottoms. Then the bras........ Sigh......... Mandy and I were laughing so hard trying to stuff my.........uhhhhh, top part........into the bra I almost didn't make it to the restroom. When she'd see a "look" she liked she jumped up and down clapping her hands. Now, I ask you, how many of you have had your granddaughter stuff you into your bra. I didn't even want a new bra but they just muttered something about the b**bs needing to be perky and not sit on top of the stomach............Sigh........

Then there was the pedicure. See photo. I'm the one in the middle. Daughter is on left and a friend of my daughter's is on the right. We three had the pedicure; granddaughter had the manicure. Ooooh, and since I wasn't supposed to get my toenail polish scratched they marched me over to a cheap shoe store to buy a $3 pair of flip flops. I liked the pink snazzy color but those things give you NO support walking. I was beat by the time we got home 4 hours later.

Mandy and Nan thinking they're so clever! I may write them outta th' will, chicks.

The very top photo is me after I got home with the new color. . I'm not thrilled with it because it is NOT my natural color but Mandy said it will wash out after 28 washes. So far it's been 12 days and I've washed it 10 times! I want my old color back! Sob........ This is the photo Mandy took of me after the new color, style and makeup job. I do not normally wear eye shadow, eyebrow makeup, blush, eye liner, hoop earrings and my hair is curly (permed) but they straightened it out that night. I'm glad they didn't change my eye color! But they woulda tried, I can assure you!