Showing posts with label Clothes Shopping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clothes Shopping. Show all posts

Friday, December 6, 2019

Winter Writer Series: "Three Generations Of Butts" By Janie Emaus

     I'm always excited to feature one of my fellow Erma Bombeck Writers' Workshop authors on the blog. I've known Janie Emaus since we met in 2014 at the convention, and we've been good friends ever since. I admire her writing style, and she never fails to make me laugh when she writes humorous stories about aging (because I can sooooo relate!). Her essay that I'm sharing today is one of my favorites because I have been in this situation before. Janie keeps it real, so I'm sure you'll be laughing with me on this one, too.....

                               THREE GENERATIONS OF BUTTS

Hair whitens. Butts droop. Arms sag. Aging is not a pretty picture, is it?  

And it’s even less pretty when you’re in a dressing room with all those mirrors that don’t hide anything. Rather, they emphasis all those parts of your body which you’d like to imagine looked differently.  

But those mirrors don’t lie.

I was faced with that painful truth when I went shopping with my ninety-something mother and my thirty-something daughter. Three generations of women made from the same mold.

The similarities were still there, but the differences were hard to ignore.  

Years ago, my butt was as firm and ripe as a melon, just like my daughter’s. My thighs were smooth, void of those craters and bumps making one think of the moon surface. My arms didn’t have that flabby effect. My hair was a natural blonde. 


After looking from my daughter to myself, I wanted to bolt out of that room.  In fact, I wanted to bolt out of 2019 and into 1990.

Then I looked at my ninety-four-year mom. And felt even worse. 

I saw where my body was going!

And I’m not convinced that any amount of exercise can stop it from happening.  (Although, I don’t think I’ll ever wear old lady under panties). 

While I was lamenting the state of my future body, my daughter blurted out.  “Ugh, I hate my waist.”

Me: “Your waist is perfect.  Look at this extra skin around mine.” 

My mother: “What are you two talking about?  I’m one big wrinkle.  My butt is flatter than melted butter. And my boobs are like bananas.”

With that, we all started laughing.  There was no age difference in our giggles. Just three happy women, trying to find a decent pair of jeans that hugged our bodies in just the right way. No matter what that body looked like.

And we were determined to succeed. Because no matter our age, we all want to look good when facing the world.
   
No butts about it. 




Bio:

Janie Emaus believes when the world is falling apart, we're just one laugh away from putting it together again.

In a previous life (before cell phones and the World Wide Web) she assumed a famous persona and wrote for the Goosebumps and Fear Street series.
As herself, she wrote educational videos, ad copy for adult videos, and dozens of stories for The Los Angeles Times Kids’ Reading Room Page.

In this life, she is the author of the young adult novel, Mercury in Retro Love and the science fiction story, Passage 99. Her essays have appeared in hundreds of anthologies and websites. 

She was proud to be named a 2013 BlogHer Voice of the Year. And beyond thrilled to win an honorary mention in the 2016 Erma Bombeck Writing Competiton. But no award (well, maybe the Pulitzer) ranks higher than her family.
To learn more about Janie visit her website at www.janieemaus.com


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Friday, June 7, 2019

Fun Friday Guest Writer: Anne Bardsley

     I'm always so happy when I get a chance to showcase my dear friend Anne Bardsley's work. We became pals when we first we met at the Erma Bombeck Writers Workshop in 2014 and she has kept me laughing ever since with her hilarious tales. With her permission, I snagged a funny story from her blog because it is 100% relatable to my life, and I think some of my readers might be able to relate, too. Enjoy!


                         YOUR BODY IS LISTENING

I realized that my body and mind are more connected than I realized. I’d read that if you speak kindly to your body, it reacts accordingly. For instance, I always complained about having big feet. All of the cute shoes are size seven and eight. By the time I get to my size ten, the pickings are slim and unattractive.
I realized that my feet need more loving attention. I now thank them for taking me where I need to go. I even promise them a pedicure. Don’t you know after doing this practice, cute shoes started to appear in my size! 
I thought this was a genius body-mind connection that would work for me. I began talking to my stomach, “Hello belly. It looks like you might have a baby growing in there. It’s okay. Many women my age have the same belly. I just want you to know that I love you just the way you are.” I did a few effleurage strokes, like I learned in natural childbirth classes, on my belly to show my love and support. I felt happy suddenly. Contented with my belly, I patted it again. 
That afternoon I went to Target to find a sundress. As if my belly was leading me, I went straight to a pretty, bright flowered dress. It fit perfectly. This never happens. I usually have to try on ten dresses to get a comfortable fit. I was so happy! I may have been glowing. 
I felt a slight cramp as I was hanging the dress back on the plastic hanger. I said to myself, “It’s probably just a Braxton hicks contraction. It’s nothing to be concerned about at my age.” I rubbed my lower back and took a few deep breaths while patting my belly.
That’s when I realized that I am talking myself right into the maternity department! No one ever listens to me. Why should my body? My body now has very happy feet and thinks I’m six months pregnant. Of course, the sundress fit perfectly! It was a Maternity by Liz piece and that’s the exact brand maternity bathing suit I bought last year! 
I almost put the dress back on the rack when a little voice spoke up, “Anne, you look pretty in pink. It gives you a nice glow.” I bought the dress and a hat to match. 
I’m afraid to talk nice to my breasts now. I really would like them to be firm and high, but I might end up back in the maternity section again. I could end up with a pink nursing bra!


BIO: 

I am a wife, mom of five, Gigi to four, a friend, a sister, a sunset watcher, and my hips move whenever I hear music. That is not always a good thing. I’ve been married for thirty-nine years to Scott, my wrinkle maker of a husband. He was part of the inspiration for my first book, How I Earned My Wrinkles…Musings on Marriage, Motherhood, and Menopause. My work has been featured in Erma Bombeck’s humorwriters.org, Purple Clover, The Grand Magazine, Better After 50, Feisty After 45, Island Reporter, Paradise News, Very Funny Women, Scary Mommy, and many others.
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