Speaking of beauty…

My grandma’s place had a mothers’ day fashion show today for the residents. Any female who wanted could sign up to participate. She would have her hair and makeup done, select whatever florals-genre clothing of her own to wear, and would participate is a fashion show in the lobby’s long walkway lounge area. (It really was a fitting location for their “catwalk”.)

And we found out yesterday that my grandma had not only signed herself up for the event, but she also convinced her friend to sign up with her. So, of course, my mom and I were in attendance.

But my grandma didn’t know we were attending.

The first lady out waked with her two grandchildren(?) or great-grandchildren. After them came my grandma and her friend. They were both sitting in their walker wheelchair things, being pushed by a daughter and granddaughter of the friend, side-by-side. They were all fancied up, and they couldn’t stop smiling and laughing as they went down the catwalk and back together. My grandma was especially shocked and happy when she saw me right as they came out, but she showed no problem with being the room’s focus for their two minutes. She was clearly having a great time. She even gave a genuine point-and-smile at someone in the audience as they went. It was ridiculously adorable and fun.

The whole thing was great, and so many personalities shone in so many wonderful ways. I’m so glad the place did it. My grandma and her friend both were so chatty afterward about how fun it had been, comparing it to ‘that one time when I was five years old and my mother signed me up for a fashion show at the mall,’ and when my grandma had, apparently – though, I am now doubting the validity of her begrudgingness (whatever the word is supposed to be) each time – been dragged into doing a whole slew of fashion shows for something as an already-grandmother a few decades back. It was just so lovey to see how alive they both and all the other ladies were. It was great.

Thank you, God, for this blessing. Help these women to be well and in your hands always. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2024

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