Signature Colors

Wow. I haven't posted shit in a month. Pretty sad if you ask me. I apologize to those of you who were enjoying my ramblings. This one isn't really a rambling, but a tribute to a beautiful woman.

Last month, my grandmother passed away. She was phenomenal. She didn't want to be referred to as "Grandma."

"Old ladies are called 'Grandma.' I'm not old. I'm Granny," she would say.

 She was 83 years old and beautiful.  Her hair was white, stark white, not a bit of yellow.  Her eyes were the color of the ocean in the Caribbean. She always wore Estee Lauder red lipstick (red was her signature color).

Clearly, signature colors are important to Southern women. Her skin didn't have a single wrinkle. Either we have great DNA for good collagen, or she had one hell of a face cream. In death, she even seemed to be smiling.

She was the epitome of class and style.  Once, she picked out, purchased, and mailed my cousin a cocktail dress she found in Vegas for a semi-formal in high school. This dress was AMAZING.  How many Grannys can do that? And do it right and do it well?

She is the woman I hope to grow up to be one day. Strong in her faith, loved her family, and loved to have fun.

Think about yourself, and then think about your family. I hope you have a Granny. I love mine very much, and I miss her terribly.