I went to Target the other day and was slapped in the face with neon! Really?! I thought we were over this, people?
I’m obviously no fashionista as I have stated many times that I have no style. However, if I could pick an era for the world of fashion to be consumed in it would be the 50’s. I realized after seeing these pictures of my grandparents when they were my age that no one ever looked bad. Everyone was classy.
I own my fair share of vintage clothing, pencil skirts and fascinators. I enjoy dressing up with that vintage look and feeling the influence of my Grandma, aka “Alishia” as we called her since Grandma made her feel old. She never had a non-classy day in her life.
I always knew she was beautiful even until the day she passed away. She taught me how to make others feel loved, taken care of and appreciated. The little bit of grace and sophistication I have (when I need to use it, obviously) I learned from her. She also inspired and empowered me. I was never the typical girl and my independence was something that made others want to pull their hair out but she encouraged me. She confided in me that she wished she had my strength and independence. That meant the world to me.
My Grandpa? Well, everyone said, in his young days, he was a ladies man who won girls over with his charm, charisma and dancing moves. I’ve heard over the years that he was smooth and hip. But, in my childhood he was always covered in dirt or oil while building things or tending to his beautiful garden. He never really sat down. He has always had a smile and confidence that just wins you over. He was, and still is to this day at 88, a busybody who charms everyone.
Many people have told me that I am a balance between my grandparents. That I have the independent and strong willed personality of my grandpa but some of the more feminine, nurturing qualities of my grandma (that I completely try to hide/deny!). Some say that I look like them… but, yanno, you don’t really see that when you don’t exactly see them in the same age bracket as you.
My Aunt brought pictures from Japan of my grandparents, my dad and aunt that I had never seen before. It all fell in place. All the stories and the description of them in their youth which is really isn’t much different than their senior years. I still don’t know if I see the resemblance. I’d never have a “tongue sticking out” picture of them to get a true comparison!
When I look at these pictures I see two people who have molded me entirely. Whom I am thankful for. And I also wonder what the hell is wrong with the general public to force 80’s fashion on us and why we didn’t get stuck in this fashion of awesomeness. So look at these pics and check yourself before you purchase anymore neons. Seriously. Neon makes ninjas stabby.
About Leila DontSpeakWhinese
Leila, aka The Ninja, is the advocate for all things not whining. Parenting is fun when everyone stops b*tching! She is the Mom of a big blended family of four awesome kids. They ninja kick through life together. Oh and she is a total jackass.