Mar 03, 2012 19:46
The stereotypical "old woman/grandma" in my head sits in a slightly old-fashioned chair, with a blanket over her knees (either a wool blanket with a checker pattern, or a patch-work quilt), has grey to white curls, glasses perched on her nose, wrinkles on her face, wearing a cardigan that she probably knitted herself, and either skinny and frail or perfectly plump for giving hugs to the grandkids, and sits there knitting while her show is on.
Just a moment ago, I finished having dinner with my parents and sorting out how all the pots and pans go back into their places, and on my way past where Mum had settled herself down to watch "New Tricks", I realised that that was her.
Old-fashioned chair? Check.
Blanket over her knees? Woolen with white-and-blue checked pattern. Check.
Grey to white curls? Check.
Glasses perched on her nose? Check.
Wrinkles? Check.
Cardigan that she knitted herself? Well, okay, at the moment she's wearing a vest, not a cardigan, but she did knit it herself and she has knitted herself cardigans before. It's just not quite cold enough for a cardigan yet. I call that another Check.
Skinny and frail or plump and huggable? Plump and huggable. Check.
Grandkids? One. Check.
Knitting while her show is on? Check.
She's even starting to get her own "old lady smell".
There really is a reason that the stereotypes exist: they have basis in reality.
Of course, I wouldn't change her. ^^
family,
life