Girdle Buddies

​This old gal…

Is now a kindred soul…with her Grandma Eunice…aka Eunie-corn…aka Gram…

Patient…kind…witty…smart…loved the Cardinals…soap operas…and crossword puzzles…

Lived next door…growing up…so not a day went by…that we didn’t visit…over coffee…and toast…or the chocolate marshmallow pinwheels…she always kept in the fridge…

She comes to mind…as this old gal marvels at the me in the mirror…with my gorgeous…tight fitting…mother of the bride dress…and like Gram…it seems to be time…for a little support…

Remember many a day…waiting patiently…while Gram would bustle to the pink tiled bathroom…to put on her girdle…before we could go out…

It seemed silly…at the time…she looked great…to granddaughter me…the curves and bumps…made her who she was…

But this red carpet dress…or should we say…the old coot body beneath…could use some support…called shapewear these days…or Skims…if you are a Kardashian fan…

Cuz this mother of the bride plans to own that dress…old lady bumps and all…and if it takes Skims…or shapewear…or come on now…let’s call it what it really is…a girdle…

Then Gram…you and your granddaughter…are girdle buddies...
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And this grandma of mine…would totally agree…