Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Laughter and Old Wrinkles

 I am entering into a new 'stage' of my life - that stage when you're just a little smidgeon past middle age, but not quite 'senior citizen'.
No problem.
These things happen - if you're lucky.
(You know what they say about the alternative).
Unlike most women I know, I totally enjoy this new phase of my life and can give you so many reasons why these are the best years of my life - but that's for another article.
What I'm not 'digging' is the way people - especially women - perceive me at this stage of my life and the fact they verbalize that perception.
Oddly enough, it all started with a discussion of 'hair'.
Someone asked me if I'd ever had long hair.
  To prove that at one time in my life I actually did have hair, I showed her the following pictures saved on my iphone:

1996 at Mrs. America with the mayor of Las Vegas
and this:

About 2 months after the above 2013 picture was taken I got tired of coloring my hair and decided to go au natural. Most of you remember that I got a buzz cut to get rid of the color so now I am a salt and pepper gal.
Below is how I look now.

2015 photo shoot
Anyway....back to the 'hair' photos.  
When I showed the pictures, this person was absolutely shocked at how beautiful I used to wonderful I 'used' to look.
'Oh my - you were really something!'
I think she went on for 10 minutes that this 'old gray mare' just ain't what she used to  be and all the while thinking she was complimenting me because I 'used' to be great-looking when I was 'young'.
How the heck do you respond to that?
Thank you - I think?
That same evening another woman introduced me to friends as
'Miss Missouri 1968!!'
 I smiled, shook the hand of the person I was being introduced to and somehow through gritted teeth managed to say, "Thank you so much, but it's 1996."
I didn't bother correcting her that it was Mrs. not Miss and that I was actually 4 years old in 1968.
But, oh wait, folks. It gets even better.
There is a restaurant in our downtown that I frequent quite often. Upon entering this establishment I sincerely complimented the waitress that, as always, she looked very pretty.
And I swear these exact words left her mouth:
"Oh, I just hope I can look like you at your age. You look so good for an' - wait for it - 'old lady''.
I think ( I hope) she meant 'older lady'.
Anyway. I let it bother me for about a day.
Now, I'm over it.
My salt/pepper hair may age me and that's fine.
I have no plans to change it.
I am not going to rush out and have surgery.
I applaud any woman that chooses to do that and have given support to my friends who have, but it's just not for me.
I refuse to do botox.
I will not buy expensive wrinkle-erasing creams.
I refuse to chase youth.
What I will pursue is good health so I can continue to do the things I love - speed-walking, bike riding, horseback riding, hiking, dancing....and the list goes on and on.
I will continue to pursue experiences that challenge me. The last two weekends I was in a play.
It was the first one I'd done in 20 years.
I will keep writing - hopefully I have another book or two in me.
My passion for clothes, shoes and accessories isn't going away anytime soon. Neither is my love for antiques, decorating and socializing. Especially socializing - I LOVE people and making new friends.
If I am fortunate enough to live to be a ripe old age - and I sure hope I am - I won't have any need for a rocking chair.
There is still so much to see. So much to do.
So much fun to be had.
I hope you'll continue to stay with me and read about my adventures as I venture into 'old age'. HA!
The only question? At what age do I become 'too old' to be called "Hillbilly Debutante"?
Never mind. Like Scarlett O'Hara 'I'll worry about that tomorrow'.
Right now I have to go upstairs and put on my cowboy boots.
I'm goin' dancing.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

The Devil House in Foreclosure

It's been five years since the publication of 'False Victim' and I still get the same question:
"What happened to the woman that stalked you"?
I really don't know about her, but I do know
her house is in foreclosure.
Below is a picture sent to me from a friend.
 Miller House
Looks creepy, huh? Actually, it's a very beautiful home, but I hope whoever buys it will have someone come and 'cleanse' it of evil spirits.
What I really hope is that a wonderful, Christian couple buys it and fills it with love.
Love always cancels out evil.
Five years later, False Victim is still doing great. The photo below is from my first Texas book signing a few weeks ago.

At the end of the day I was left with ZERO copies of False Victim and well....ALL of these copies of The Hillbilly Debutante.
Sometimes, I struggle with that - the fact that people would rather read suspense, crime and drama than good, old-fashioned fun.
I'm like a mama and The Hillbilly Debutante Café is my favorite child - relax and Rachael and William - it's just an analogy.
I don't have a favorite child.
Although, I DO wish people would love HD Café as much as I do, I really can't complain about the success that FV has brought me.
I'm pretty sure that while my enemy was trying to destroy me and my family that she never dreamed she was actually pushing me to accomplish something that I NEVER dreamed I could possibly do.
No, I give her credit for nothing because I know that God uses everything for good for those that love him, and while it's been a very, very, VERY long road I am finally at peace.