Granny Gets A Vibrator

I reposted this to move it to the top because I made some revisions you might find worth looking over. Hope you enjoy!

I've gotten started early today and have found a very interesting site before 6PM. This was my day to play hooky from adult life and just do the things I wanted. So I did do some errands, because it gave me a sense of accomplishment and I wanted that. I have two loads of laundry in and shaved everything that needed shaving...the bear has come out of hibernation...for the very same reason. So it is with a sense of entitlement and a treat well-earned that I now sit down to waste an entire beautiful spring evening catching up on my blog list. The breeze is coming through my window, the air is fresh and smells of moisture and wild onions. The green outside is the kind only available in Mid-April in Philadelphia. This playing hooky is neat. ; )

You might note that my ambition did not extend itself to ironing and rehanging my mulberry window scarves. I have my limits. Pardon me, please, while I go put the clothes in the dryer. Sadie knows that, particularly on lovely days like today, I will let her out on the cable when I go outside. So when I went downstairs to go dry the clothes, Sadie trotted right alongside. Here she is being a very good girl while she ogles a squirrel with saliva running down the corner of her mouth.


On my late afternoon cruise, this was just what I needed to find...another fabulous woman I want to add to my feed.

Granny Gets A Vibrator

...is a title no middle-aged, sex-positive, lesbian, nascent grandmother could possibly resist! I haven't gotten through much of it yet. I was convinced after only a few posts. A fifty-two year old, red-haired heavy weight lifter, Liz writes very well and has Attitude with a capital "A!" I haven't yet found out whether that truly amazing bicep she models is really her progress since January of this year. If so, you go, Liz! Go check her out. (Representative Sample) I think you'll enjoy her, too.

(Aside for the insatiably curious among you...and you know who you are..., I've had my vibrator for a long time, got it when I was a young mother. It's a Windmere 3301 plug-in. I don't think they even make it any more. On a search today ; ) I found one that is similar but couldn't find my faithful "Old Nell" The following photo is the closest I could come, to coin a phrase. ; )


This is the end table between my sofa and "Sadie's" chair.
This is a miniature tableau of my life. You might not think I would fancy such a girlie-girl ginger jar lamp and shade and you'd be wrong. I have a lot of red and pink and a fair amount of lace and ruffles in my apartment. I have claret-colored heavy curtains in my bedroom over frilly white lace sheers. Who knew, huh?

Yes, that's a glass shade from an old lamp on top of my Yankee candle. The lamp shocked me once to often but I had just spent 20 bucks on the shade a few months ago. I'll be darned if I'm not getting my twenty bucks' worth! A can of peanuts, cocktail, please, no dry roasted will do, and a napkin to wipe my oily fingers on after I've licked them. The little end table book of Vermeer came from The Frick Collection in New York City. And, of course, tissues. Chronic sinusitis takes its toll but keep the Kimberly-Clark shareholders happy, so that's all that matters.


Yes, it is a hopelessly outdated, cheap piece of furniture. I have a life goal of creating a home with unique furnishings and an eclectic mix without consideration of price. Goodwill finds are the best, little "antique" stores. I like different textures and enjoy splashes of color. Ultimately, this crone wants to live in a refurbished cottage with a truly eccentric, arty feel. I'm working on it!